It’s an Edmonds kind of day and the golfers are out in force, particularly the Country Club crowd. But let me give you my take on that scene. A typical afternoon at the links for one of these guys goes something like this. Showing up at the clubhouse he is greeted effusively by a club functionary, who expecting a generous tip, treats the guy like Tiger Woods himself.

One fine day, long long ago, a big ol’ British industrialist showed up at our Seattle offices, looking to fill his plant in Britain with work. And of course, there was a meeting between this guy and our major big shots, which somehow I was invited to attend.

The Edmonds Arts Commission has done it again.  Or more accurately, done it again for the 25th time. Their “Write on the Sound” conference, hosted on the weekend of October first and second, was a resounding success, bringing together twenty-seven presenters, and 247 writers and authors. 

We hear lately that Tiger Woods is taking up Buddhism, So let me give you my take on that. Having kicked around the Far East for years, I have picked up a bit about Buddhism myself, and am thinking about the eighth step on the Buddhist "Noble Eightfold Path to Enlightenment", which in part says, “Use … personal willpower to act with integrity and overcome cravings”.

Mayor Gary hasn’t even got his desk cleaned out, and some Council members are beating the drums for a new City Manager form of government. This new way is said to be more efficient, but I call it a power grab. 

Southeast Asian airlines are generally among the best in the world, particularly when it comes to customer service. But I have had my share of “fun” on them as well.

Everyone in Edmonds has heard of Canlis, the fine Seattle restaurant that offers excellent Midwest steaks, served by demure servers, in an elegant setting.

Lately, I have been doing my civic duty by volunteering to guide little kids through the air museum. And sometimes it gets interesting, even before we get in the door, but let me take a moment to explain.

We had been looking forward to this tuna trip for a long time, but when we arrived in Westport, the boat we had chartered had blown an engine and was hors de combat. So we decided to do some research and review our options 

Our travel gang had decided it was time for a cruise.   And to the Mexican Riviera, no less. Looked to be a lot of  fun.  Well, everyone piled onto the boat, and took stock of the surroundings.  The cabins were great, with two of them being sumptuous suites, but not, unfortunately, with hot and cold running girls.  

When dining in Japan, one was not always sure what was really on the plate. Or worse yet, one knew what was on the plate, but to save “face”, had to choke it down anyhow.

My young friend Carson, who just turned two in November, is getting to be quite a golf aficionado. But let me tell you about it. Seems that all summer he has been hanging with his grandpa Jurgen, at the Everett Golf and Country Club.

Once, long ago, while hanging out in southern Spain with buddies Mark and Gary, we decided to drive to Casablanca, of Ingrid Bergman and Humphrey Bogart fame, for a long weekend. First stop, of course, was mysterious Tangier, across the Strait of Gibraltar, via ferry.