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Our Scenic Isle Way on the Rock — less poetically known as state Highway 525/20 — has become even more scenic this summer as the… Continue reading
It’s easy these days to be amazed by the background and accomplishments of the growing number of folks who move to the Rock to begin… Continue reading
Every once in a while I take a vacation off the Rock. Not least it helps to remind me why I love living here. At… Continue reading
I know it’s hard for us to agree on almost anything these days, but might we at least acknowledge that the last three months here… Continue reading
The Smith barn burned down this week. Pretty much all of us on the Rock knew it. Whizzing through Coupeville on Highway 20, we could… Continue reading
Greetings, Oak Harbor. I am delighted that my monthly musings about life on Whidbey Island will now appear in the Whidbey News-Times after debuting several… Continue reading
It’s always tough to say goodbye to an old friend, especially one I have loved as dearly as The Whidbey Examiner. I know only too… Continue reading
As I think about all the great food and drink I consumed over the holidays, all the loved ones I hugged and all the goodies… Continue reading
I hear a lot of folks on our Rock saying that, this year more than ever, they’re looking forward to Christmas. Maybe it’s because it’s… Continue reading
It’s been a pretty rotten year. Terrorism, disasters, crime, wars, nasty politics. Even here on our beautiful Rock, life has felt a bit less blissful… Continue reading
I took a walk along the beach one afternoon last week. I hadn’t done that for ages. I did it because I had a lot on my mind. Scientists says salt air by the shoreline contains negatively charged hydrogen ions that help us absorb oxygen and balance out serotonin levels, resulting in more energy and diminished depression. Whatever the reason, a walk on the beach always helps clear the clutter in my head.
One of the things I like most about living on the Rock is our pride in manners and proper driving habits. Indeed, our town speed limit is 25 mph, and we have only one town marshal. So, therefore, we are proud to self-enforce our speed limit. In fact, if you pull up and hug our bumper, we may just go even slower than the limit. I have to admire the brave souls who do that, thereby suffering even worse slings and arrows of outraged people in a hurry.
We had a lot of rain early this spring, then a lot of sun, then a lot of cooler temperatures, then a lot more sun. Those in the know about such things on Central Whidbey can add it up. After a couple thin years, 2016 should produce a great harvest of Rockwell beans.
Has anyone else noticed how much traffic seems to have increased on our Rock’s two-lane main artery with a split personality that morphs from Highway 525 into Highway 20? The Fourth of July weekend was cloudy and chilly, but that didn’t deter the bumper-to-bumper line-up inching through Bayview and Freeland, or creeping through Oak Harbor.
Second graders at Coupeville Elementary School held their very first “salad celebration” in their classroom late last month. On a Thursday, they carefully arranged place settings for themselves with bowls, forks and napkins.
It’s been a beautiful spring weekend on the Rock. Sun was out, flowers were in bloom, farmers’ markets were bustling, sailboats and kayaks were out, lawns were mowed. And, of course, there were at least five non-profit fundraising events to attend up and down the island. Make that at least six. There was one wine-and-cheese affair I didn’t receive an invitation to. How did that happen?
When you live on the Rock, it is almost impossible not to volunteer. Hardly a day goes by without some opportunity to do something good for someone around here.
I hesitate to say that this winter’s rain has set a record here on the Rock. Somebody out there would surely arm-wrestle me over that. Until recently, weather gauges — even the good ones — were not always reliable. So I will politely avoid an argument over this being the wettest winter ever. It just feels like it.
Valentine’s Day is around the corner. Love is in the air, chocolate fills every store shelf and lovers put on public displays of affection at every opportunity. But, although we like romance as much as anybody and we take love seriously here on the Rock, talking about such things can make us squirm.
January’s a good month to be thankful and wishful. After all, there’s not much else to do; it gets dark too early, the tides are too high for beach walking, and it’s too cold outside.