Steve will have Thanksgiving dinner over at Doc’s and Mrs. Doc’s this year, and any number of his friends are grateful for that. Steve is one heckuva cowboy and trainer of young colts, and a good friend to all, but he’d never make it as a dinner host.
The autumn dark is lengthening, which means the English-speaking, Judeo-Christian holiday season is about to split open wider than a crocodile mouth at the bottom of a baby duckling water slide.
Some wear the title of “Christian” as a badge of honor, others wear it as a shield and a few live their lives as an example without boasting.
The recent spate of house fires we’ve had in the Lower Valley stirs memories of an experience Joni and I had one winter while living in South Cle Elum.
As my time representing you in Congress winds down, I want to take this opportunity to provide answers to some questions that I have been hearing from my constituents.
I usually don’t spend a lot of time in Mabton, but I had a chance last week to not only get down there for a city council meeting, but also to drop in at the Stop ‘n’ Go for dinner before the meeting started.
When the 2014 election is certified, only one of the nine justices on the Washington State Supreme Court will be from Eastern Washington, Justice Debra Stephens.
Windy looked out the window. A great day for helping.
I admit it: I feel sorry for cigarette and cigar smokers these days.
Did the elections held across the nation last week really mean that much?
Brace yourself for the cold!
Dewey Decker, that accident-prone neighbor of ours, is the undisputed Pharoah of Fertilizer, the Monarch of Manure. He has turned a shovel-ready business into a going concern, with the help of the woman of his dreams, Emily.
The holidays are fast approaching, there is a brisk chill in the air and the colorful leaves are descending from their summer homes. Football is in full swing, and the aromas of this festive season are wafting through the stores reminding us of the wonderful family time to come.
Back before there were pollsters to tell people how they felt about everything and everyone, the mood of the electorate could be judged by a loaf of bread. When the price was low, things were okay. I thought about that as I filled my gas tank on the north side of Phoenix and paid $2.79 per gallon.
I am not a fan of daylight saving time.