The Attic Tavern Ski Club back in the '50s provided excursions as a way to endure the grey days of winter. Scuba diving, which was popular in California, began to catch on in the Seattle area, and, in my opinion, was an even better way to look winter square in the face.
The family that plays together is the family that stays together is a sound theory, but in the real world it remains an elusive dream. These days, members of the family - from mother and father to each offspring - is hunched over his or her computer, studying (you hope), listening to an iPod or chatting on a cell phone.
Last Saturday over 60 years of wrong were righted when African American soldiers unjustly and illegally convicted (without any evidence) of rioting that led to the death of an Italian POW at Fort Lawton finally received a public apology.
Two months ago in this column we wrote about a pending city council vote on the mayor's Multi-Family Tax Exemption (MFTE) plan. We objected to it because it would give millions of dollars of tax breaks to developers who only were required to set aside 20 percent of their new units at rent levels slightly below market rate but hundreds of dollars above what most Seattle's tenants could afford.
In the July edition of the Madison Park Times we bid farewell to our long-running food columnist and chef, Linda Burner Augustine. We welcome the addition of Karen Binder to the paper to take over where Linda left off.
A proposed ballot measure that would ban investment of city pension funds in companies that profit from war and occupation has run into stiff opposition.
He confronted the stranger, asking him what he was doing, but the stranger merely walked away. The stranger mounted a black racing-style motorcycle, put on a black helmet and started the bike with a screwdriver he had in his pocket. "I should call the police," the truck owner said. "Good luck with that," answered the suspicious biker before driving away down an alley.
Sustainable South Seattle founders Gabriel Avila and Carrie Dolwick have seven plum trees in their yard. It's a heavy responsibility, and the average sized adults, with no children, can't eat all the fruit.
When I moved to Seattle at the end of July 1999, a friend I was staying with told me the Blue Angels would soon be flying over the city. Like most people, I heard them before I saw them. I rushed to the deck of my friend's apartment in the University District and watched them zipping through the sky. I had never seen or heard anything like it, and I was enthralled. As the years went by I would stop what I was doing and watch them from the University of Washington campus, where I was attending graduate school, or my own apartment in the U-District, or my current apartment in Wallingford. But now, nine Augusts later, I have to admit I have Blue Angel fatigue.
The Seattle Board of Park Commissioners will hold its next regularly scheduled meeting at 7 p.m. Thursday, Aug. 28, in the Park Board Room, 100 Dexter Ave. N (the Parks administration building in Denny Park). There will be a Board discussion and recommendation on a proposal to conduct a pilot program allowing non-tennis uses at certain outdoor tennis courts. The briefing paper is available at www.seattle.gov/parks/parkboard/default.asp.
Developers of commercial and multifamily residential projects past a certain threshold in Seattle can't just whip up some plans, get a permit from the city and start building. The city doesn't get a free pass, either, on capital-improvement projects.
Acknowledging the United Nations' International Youth Day last week and the 60th anniversary of its universal declaration of human rights, members of the Queen Anne Chapter of Youth for Human Rights International (YHRI) canvassed Seattle Center for signatures on their human rights petition.
Seattle residents made the 2008 academic Deans' List at Azusa Pacific University, and were honored for semester grade-point average of 3.5 or above
Jennifer Reed absolutely loves Leroy, her
or years Shawn Michael had been in the local rock n roll scene, a touring manager for bands and rubbing plaid with the grunge elite of the early '90s.