Harry Anderson

You can’t beat holidays on the Rock | Rockin’ A Hard Place

You know what I enjoy most about holiday season on the Rock? Wherever I go, it’s as if the last 50 years never happened.

Keep it charming, historic, genuine | Rockin’ A Hard Place

I just spent 17 days crossing something amazing off my bucket list. In September, I cruised the Danube, Main and Rhine Rivers on a luxury boat with 160 other bedazzled tourists through six countries, past countless castles, innumerable cathedrals and more cobblestones than there are stars in heaven.

When Armageddon hits, I will survive

I grew up in the 1950s in Tacoma. My mother was a modern housewife who thanked heaven every day for making her life easier with Betty Crocker cake mixes, Swanson’s TV dinners, Hamburger Helper and store-bought everything.

My unabashed crush on the Rock | Rockin’ A Hard Place

Dear Whidbey Island, This summer marks the fifth anniversary since you and I moved in together, and I am more in love with you today than ever. You have made me forget every other place I ever lived: Tacoma, Seattle, Vietnam, Japan, Los Angeles, Santa Barbara, Dallas.

Duck and Cover: the invaders have arrived | Rockin’ A Hard Place

The annual summer invasion of the Rock has begun. There are creepy, curious, voracious creatures everywhere, and I’m not talking about tented caterpillars littering our footsteps. Squish, squish, squish.

The friends of Bill are woven together | Rockin’ A Hard Place

My friend Bill Dyer died recently, just shy of his 88th birthday.

Rockin’ A Hard Place: The true meaning of rockin’ a potluck

What is it about life on the Rock that makes all of us so contented most of the time? Can’t be the weather — too wet. Can’t be the booming economy — it isn’t. Can’t be the scintillating night life — um, let’s not go there.