I was born and raised in the greater Seattle area, with webbing between my fingers and toes, and moss growing on my north side.
After strong, bipartisan opposition from Congress and an outcry from the American public, the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives (ATF) backed down last week over proposed regulations that would restrict the use of popular ammunition for legal firearms.
The Republican opposition to striking a nuclear deal with Iran puzzled me, until my friend Truman explained that it’s exactly like the famous tractor scene from Kevin Bacon’s 1984 class movie, “Footloose.”
A look back in time from the files of the Sunnyside Daily Sun News and Sunnyside Sun
“It’s all watermelon’s fault,” said Steve, shaking his head and sliding in to the philosophy counter.
Who were the hardy pioneers who came to a dusty place at the end of a hill and built up a town?
Tomorrow (Saturday), the Sunnyside Chamber of Commerce holds its annual Spirit of Sunnyside Awards banquet.
There’s a reason the words “I’m from the government, and I’m here to help” are a punchline.
Tomorrow I turn 40. I have been contemplating that.
The question usually comes toward the end of a public meeting. Some knotty problem is being discussed, and someone in the audience will raise his or her hand and ask, “Okay, so what can I do about it?”
Every year, particularly in the spring, I come to really hate Daylight Saving Time.
Last week, you likely heard or watched as Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu gave a speech to a joint session of Congress. I think it was important for all Americans to hear what the Prime Minister had to say about the potential threat posed to Israel if Iran is allowed to develop nuclear weapons.
I had the surreal experience of looking at a photo online last week and seeing it go from being a white dress with ugly gold trim to a blue dress with ugly brownish-black trim.
Imagine if someone used a credit card, but instead of their own name, your children’s names were on the card.
When Steve and Dud got up to go get a paper, it left just Doc and Bert sitting at the philosophy counter of the Mule Barn truck stop.