Tuesday, May 15, 2018

Rainy Days In Seattle

As you know, I lived in Seattle for quite some time, and I loved every minute of it. Recently my former city of residence has done some head scratching things. Here is what I wrote in a Seattle Times forum.

Seattle births mega corporations and then cannibalizes them. We lost UPS, Boeing Headquarters, The Sonics, The Pilots, and are now biting and eating their love child, Amazon. Be successful, but when you do, we will devour you with redistribution of your wealth. As Jeb Clampett use to say,"Pitiful, just pitiful"

You don't bite the hand that feeds you.

Monday, May 14, 2018

Jerusalem,God's City

God bless Israel and God bless the USA

Tuesday, May 1, 2018

A modern day Sarah


 "Sarah Sanders was smiling. She owned it. I asked her about the attack and she shrugged with a smile and just said the attacks didn’t bother her and that she’s praying for the comedian," he wrote.

Sarah is a real lady,my friends

Sunday, April 1, 2018

The Real Easter

But the angel said to the women, “Do not be afraid, for I know that you seek Jesus who was crucified. He is not here, for he has risen, as he said.
Matthew 28:5-6Tweet this quote

Sunday, March 25, 2018

Sunday Wsdom

To succeed, jump as quickly at opportunities as you do at conclusions. - Benjamin Franklin

Monday, March 19, 2018

The Spirit Of Wallace Past

I love going up to Burke and parking the car in front of what was once a grocery store. As I look down the road my mind refuses to see what is now, and instead it tunes into the feeling,the sounds, the smells, the crying,and the laughing of the men,women, and children who once inhabited the now crumbling remains of the once bustling mining town.

Every town has a personality. Yes,I sad a personality. If you are open at all to the vibes of a town, you can sense the composite history of the souls who have graced or disgraced the very ground upon which you are standing or driving on.

Most of the people are like the grass of the field,they came,lived,and either died there or they moved on to another town. Regardless of how long they lived in a certain town, their vibes are forever sewn in the fabric of that town.

Most of these people are long ago forgotten.They may have been poor,homeless,rich,powerful,or in the middle, but they all make that feeling, that spirit that makes each town what it is.

The next few blogs are going to be dedicated to the forgotten souls of Wallace.I hope that you will check back and take this journey with me.

Thursday, March 15, 2018

Wallace,Doc,and Gonzaga

Another March Madness is here for Gonzaga, and we once again hope for another Final Four appearance.

Wallace had ties to Gonzaga for many years, and of course, one prominent Wallace man, Mr. H.F. Magnuson and his generous gifts to Gonzaga are well documented.

 What some of you may not know is that one Wallace physician from my growing up Wallace days, Dr. Ed Fitzgerald, our family doctor, was a prominent athlete at Gonzaga way back in the 1920's. He was captain of the basketball team, quarterback of the football team, yes Gonzaga use to have football, and very, very good friends of Spokane legend and Gonzaga student, Mr White Christmas, Bing Crosby.

Doc was our doctor for years, and was my dad' s doctor long before he met my mother. He was a little rough at times, and his bedside manner needed some work, but he was a very good physician, and was very prominent in Wallace activities, including founding Lookout Ski Hill.

Here are a couple of photos of the good doctor.

 Captain of the basketball team

Quarterback of the football team-1925

In 1981, Dr. Fitzgerald speaking at the Bing Crosby statue dedication. 

Dr. Ed Fitzgerald, another great growing up Wallace memory.

Tuesday, March 6, 2018

Leaves of Winter-This was my first blog from Jan,16,2008

Was it only yesterday that it was Spring?We were so young,so excited,so childlike.

Now it is the "dead"of winter.Ice crystals cover the green of the grass, and the branches on the apple tree shimmer from the weight of the snow.They occasionally shake and try in vain to lighten their load ." Get off of me" they seem to say.It is too late, and their effort brings the next round of punishment as the snow comes again.

But is it punishment, is it the end, or is it just the beginning?

I look at that tree in my yard, and yes, I see the snow. I hear the branches groaning in labor . I see the piles of snow, and the few apples still clinging perilously to the limbs. Then in the quiet the dark morning hours, hundreds of tiny winter birds , singing their song of joy come flying into the tree. That old tree isn't really dead . It has just changed forms.

The joyous sound of the birds confirm this as they happily peck at the red fruit. Even in the dead of winter, the tree still has a purpose. It gives life and nourishment to other life forms.

And so, the cycle of life continues.

I am that tree.   March 6,2028

Thursday, February 22, 2018

Saturday, February 17, 2018

It's Us Stupid

It is not the guns, it is the change in our culture that is the trigger.When I was in grade school I once brought my .22 rifle to class for show and tell time.I didn't hunt , and my dad did not hunt, but he owned a pistol and my brother and I shared the rifle.Heck, I imagine 90 plus percent of Wallace folks owned some type of gun.

To my knowledge no one ever shot a fellow student,teacher, coach, or police officer. It probably never entered anyone's mind. Why not, you may ask ? The culture was different then.We were taught to respect each other, to love,yes love, our flag and country and most importantly of all, God was still welcome in our schools.

Too simple and sappy of an explanation for the violence for you? Well,then you explain it to me WITHOUT shouting out the old and worn out gun control argument. Follow the trail.It is that our culture has changed and so have we,