Herb walked into O’Dontal Dental the other day, holding his hand against a swollen face. He hadn’t even made an appointment to see Perry first, and it became obvious why he hadn’t.
There’s a reason why American men drive big pick-up trucks: women dig them.
It’s March 14, better known to nerds like me as 3.14, which is the start of the value of the mathematical term π, also known as pi and pronounced the same as “pie.”
Last Saturday the Sunnyside Chamber of Commerce held its annual Spirit of Sunnyside awards banquet and a week prior to that we had the Academy Awards.
From the 1889-90 Legislative Manual of Washington we learn that the oldest person in the state had just passed away.
During the March 5, 2014 House Oversight Committee hearing, former IRS official Lois Lerner invoked the Fifth Amendment…again. If it were not for being a part of the most “transparent” administration, one might think she had something to hide.
A common concern I hear from many Central Washington residents is the direction that this White House is headed. Like you, I have serious concerns about the ongoing abuse of power by President Obama.
Having a teenage boy around the house is a tidy person’s nightmare.
I happened to be doing a 20-hour road trip through Nevada in a rented car when Apple announced CarPlay, a system that will soon allow motorists to text, check email and be entertained via their mobile devices, while roaring down the highway.
Get this: old-fashioned baby names are beginning to make a comeback.
If I were the devil, I would not rest until I had undermined the foundation of - and extinguished freedom’s flame from - America, the nation referred to as the world’s last great hope - that shining city on a hill to which other nations of the world aspire.
Each biennium of the legislature, a manual is published with the rules of the proceedings of the legislature and the people involved. Since we’ve been coming to Olympia, it has always been bound in red so is nicknamed the little red book.
I like taking South 16th Street past the Sunnyside schools on my way home on most afternoons.
It’s the first Saturday in March, 1973, and more than 40 dog mushers are ready to leave the semi-pro baseball stadium in Anchorage and drive their teams more than 1,100 miles to Nome.
I remember the USSR and I remember the fear I felt as a child because of the cold war.