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Precious Review

2011-05-09T23:02:00.000-07:00

The Lucky Birth Club

A while back, I bought the movie Precious and left it at my daughter's house. Soon I forgot that I had even bought it, until last Sunday, when I saw it on top her television. I made some popcorn, fixed a drink and sat down to watch it. That's about the last I remember... suddenly, the movie was over and all I could say was wow!

Thank God for my lucky circumstance of birth, I was born into a life where my parents loved and supported me. I grew up knowing that I was smart and capable, that I was here on this good earth to make it a better place for my family, friends and community. My lucky circumstance at birth allowed a modicum of control over my life and what happened to me. I am truly blessed!

As a society, we tend to blame the less fortunate for being lazy, stupid, or just plain no good. Yet, their only crime is the situation into which they were born, into which they had no control. It's not pretty, it's not nice, but these people deserve our love and compassion. They desperately need education and the support services that will help break the cycle of tragedy. We need to fight fewer wars, quit giving corporate welfare and we'll have plenty of money to provide the social services that so many Americans desperately need.

Wild Women of Tulip Festival

2011-05-07T22:07:00.000-07:00

One fine spring day, I noticed Kevin Paul was working in his shed, so I stopped by to visit. It was Tulip Festival and there were a lot of tourists in town. In fact, there were two of them that had stopped by Kevin’s place. I stepped into his shed and my eyes popped out of my head. Now my momma taught me not to stare, but I couldn’t help myself, I stared and then I stared some more!

The two ladies who had stopped by Kevin’s had their heads shaved with blue and white swirls tattooed on their naked scalps. They were wearing bibbed farmer overalls, on their arms were barbwire and naked lady tattoos, and they were sitting there carving. Seeing them with razor sharp carving knives had me a little alarmed and I whispered in Kevin’s ear, “You gave them knives?”

Kevin, got a great big smile and whispered, “They wanted my chainsaw.” After I realized it wasn’t going to be a chainsaw massacre, I settled down and realized that these two ladies weren’t so bad, and all they really wanted to do was buy a couple of carving knives from Kevin.

Will The Real Welfare Queen Please Stand Up!

2011-04-25T23:44:00.000-07:00

The whole reason we do this thing called government is to provide for the "commons." Alone, we can't provide our own personal defense, police, schools, hospitals, roads, parks and many other necessary services without forming a government and paying taxes. Many Americans are blaming these social services for our current economic crisis, yet we have been providing them since the birth of our nation without incurring excessive debt. So what happened? Corporate welfare is busting the bank and the cost of all our social services combined represent chump change when compared to corporate giveaways!

In the bad old days, corporations paid very high taxes, and frankly, they were paying their own way. Now, with lowered tax rates, loopholes and off shoring, they have become America's new welfare queens and are sucking us dry. There are literally thousands, maybe millions of ways they dupe tax payers. First, they own the media and politicians who constantly search for issues that will distract and divide Americans. Remember Terry Schiavo unplugged, the mosque at ground zero, the Acorn pimp film, and President Obama's birth certificate. These are certainly things to think about, but they are used to distract and divide while digging deep in the taxpayers' pocket.

Did you ever wonder why we spend so much money on foreign aid while our nation is in crisis? Foreign aid is never just handed out, there are many stipulations regarding how and where the money is spent. Politicians designate which companies will provide the services and products in the foreign aid packages and there goes our money, right into the pockets of corporations. It used to be, corporations provided jobs and paid taxes in America thus stimulating our economy. Corporations are getting trillions of dollars while providing fewer jobs and fewer tax dollars. While we are distracted and divided, all you can hear is a great big sucking sound.

What about the military industrial complex, with the cost of a cruise missile delivered to target at well over a million dollars a shot. During the first days of the Libya crisis, 110 cruise missiles were fired. Did you ever consider the cost of protecting corporate shipping, or the cost of building and maintaining ports for the corporations who use them? How about tax payers building super domes for billionaire team owners and millionaire players. Taxpayers building hospitals for corporations who make trillions of dollars off them. Nuclear energy is the most expensive way of producing electricity known to man, so why the big push for nuclear? They would like the taxpayer to build, maintain and cleanup while the corporations laugh all the way to the bank. One could write for weeks, or even years, regarding the ways that corporations take our tax dollars without providing meaningful return on taxpayer investment, but I think you get the point.

The real welfare queens are not single moms living in the projects. They are giant international corporations lined up at the public trough stealing our tax dollars. Prior to 1980, America prospered because most corporations provided quality American jobs while paying significant taxes on their profits. There are some corporations who still provide quality American jobs and pay a lot of taxes. These companies should be getting our tax dollars not the international corporations who have abandoned our nation. America's taxpayers deserve a fair return on their tax dollar investments that make corporate profits possible. The people need to rise up and demand that they be fairly represented by their politicians. Campaign, lobby and labor law reform are key issues needed to make the changes needed, so get out there and carry a sign, get out there and walk, let's change things.

A Journey Back In Time

2011-04-14T20:19:00.000-07:00

I recently visited my great grandfather's homestead on the Nooksack river with my cousin Ron. Standing in the woods, where the old Rothenbuhler family cabin once stood, was like going back in time. I could almost hear their voices, it lent strength to my connections with both the land and my Swiss ancestors who traveled so far to build a new home in the wilderness of the Pacific Northwest.

Cousin Ron zip lining the river.

Ron's Cabin

Rothenbuhler Rain Forest

Jacob Rothenbuhler Family Cabin, 1901

Jacob's Cabin Site Today

Fred Rothenbuhler's Cabin, 1918

Fred's Cabin Site Today

Saxon School, 1900-1901

Saxon School Site Today

Tai Chi of The Forest

2011-04-10T17:20:00.000-07:00

Morel Mushrooms

Picking morels is a slow motion dance, best described as Tai Chi of the forest. Heel to toe, shifting the weight, balancing and stepping. Dancing gracefully under, over and around logs and brush, stooping to pick those delicious mushrooms. Head down, circling round and round the giant cottonwoods, one must know how to navigate the forest, or suffer the embarrassment of being lost.

Lucky for me, Daddy taught me how to find my way in the woods a long, long time ago. If you're new to the forest, I'll share a few tips on finding your way:

Know the area, have a look at a map knowing what direction the roads, trails and creeks are running.
Have a compass in your pocket and use it, know that if you're hunting east of a road or trail that you need to go west on your return. Once in the woods, take a reading, turn the compass until the needle is pointed north and read the direction back. I like a compass with an outer ring that spins so you can mark that direction.

Lacking a compass, you can still navigate quite effectively. On clear days, you can use the sun, remembering that it rises in the east traveling an arc that sets in the west. Wherever the sun is when you start, put it on your opposite side to return (remember to allow for its east-west journey).
On a cloudy day, one can even use a watch, just make a big right hand or left hand rectangle. For a 2hr. journey, you could walk straight for 30 min. turn right, walk 30 min. turn right, walk 30 min. turn right, walk 30 min. and you are back at your starting point. This is very effective, especially if you take care to walk straight, allow for slower, rougher terrain and differently shaped rectangles.
Finally there's looking for landmarks that can be used just like the sun to find your way - valleys, mountains, rivers, giant rocks or trees etc. It's also a good idea to look behind and pick landmarks that identify your return journey.

Get yourself a mushroom field guide with color plates, identification is easy and safe once learned, best to go with a friend the first time. Morels in the Pacific Northwest are associated with cottonwoods. The only similar mushroom that's poisonous is the false morel. It's generally larger, darker and more like a brain on a stem, see your field guide.

For us older folk, a good walking stick is a must and handy for turning over the occasional clump of leaves. Some people rake to find the mushrooms, please don't do this. It's equivalent to cutting down your apple tree to pick the apples. Most of the plant is growing under the leaves and the mushrooms that poke up through the leaves are the equivalent of fruit. When you rake, it destroys the plant and mushrooms will not grow well for years. If possible, try breaking the stem off without disturbing the roots and further disrupting the plant's growth.

There are many good recipes for mushrooms, I like them scrambled with eggs for breakfast or floured and fried with a little salt and pepper. Just the other day, I sauteed some mushrooms in a sauce of whipping cream, blue cheese and wine, pouring this over a prime rib steak - yum!

I Told Ya...

2011-02-25T21:30:00.000-08:00

Daddy

I set our big red coffee can of boot grease and my hunting boots behind the wood stove to warm up. It wasn’t long, and the smell of old leather boots and boot grease filled the air. Most of you know what an old boot smells like, but homemade boot grease brings it to a whole new level. It’s a combination of deer fat, bear fat and neatsfoot oil with a rather special aroma.

It was spring time and that meant high lake fishing. Uncle Bill, Daddy and I were hiking into Blue Lake early in the morning. I was greasing my boots with an old rag and using a matchstick to work the grease into the creases like my daddy showed me. Hiking in the snow is no fun if your boots leak.

Momma, she fixed us a nice breakfast of pancakes, bacon and eggs. Daddy noticed I was still wearing my sneakers and told me to get my boots on. I figured I’d get them on after I loaded my old Army surplus haversack. Then we were driving up Hwy. 20 towards the Baker Lake turnoff.

When I stepped out at the trail head, I realized that I’d forgot to get my boots on. All I got from Daddy was, “I told ya to put them boots on.” All the way into that lake... ankle deep snow, I told ya to put them boots on... knee deep snow, I told ya to put them boots on... thigh deep snow, I told ya to putt them boots on...

By the time we reached the lake, my feet were freezing. Uncle Bill and Daddy found open water around the edges of the lake to fish. Me, I was thinking fire and trying to find tinder. Building a fire when you really need it is something you can’t hurry. You have to get all your tinder and wood ready and find a good spot. At last, I had a curl of smoke, a flicker of flame and pretty soon a lively little fire. I kicked off my shoes and socks hanging them on sticks over the fire to dry. As my toes warmed up, I got me a great big smile, ahhh... life is good.

I grabbed up my fishing pole and stood on a big rock, figured I’d catch me a fish to roast on the fire. Looking over my shoulder, I screamed, “Nooooo!” Running barefoot, I knocked my flaming socks and sneakers into the snow. All Daddy could say was, “I told ya to put them boots on.” All the way down the mountain, I told ya to put them boots on... all the way home, I told ya to put them boots on. For years and years, all I heard was, "Ya got your boots on?"

Raspberries

2011-02-16T13:20:00.000-08:00

You plant, dig posts, run wires, cultivate and pull weeds. Why all the bother? You can drive to the store, and buy raspberries anytime you want.

Then they bloom and bees descend by the thousands singing psalms of joy and praise to all who grow raspberries, and I feel like a god!

I like picking raspberries in the morning. The leaves give wet kisses and whisper sweet nothings in my ear. The tires of trucks and cars on the highway sing traveling songs going places I only dream of.

My grand children eat berries ‘till they look like chipmunks with red lips. They fill little baggies to take home, and my oldest tells me, “I like the sour ones Grandpa.”

Then it’s winter, the garden is silent, and it’s time for holidays. There’s raspberry Jello salad, raspberry blackberry pie, and raspberry rhubarb crisp. When I eat these comfort foods, I hear bees singing psalms of joy and praise, I feel wet kisses and the whispering of sweet nothings in my ear. I see my grandchildren looking like chipmunks with red lips.

And this is why I’m out there every spring - weeding, cultivating, thinning and tieing off those wonderful raspberries.

Life, Liberty and The Pursuit of Happiness

2011-02-14T10:17:00.000-08:00

President Abraham Lincoln's dedication of the Soldiers' National Cemetery in Gettysburg became the most remembered speech in America's history. The president closed the Gettysburg Address by saying that the thousands who died there, did not gives their lives in vain. President Lincoln said, "... this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom - and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth."

In this modern age of endless campaigning and corporate lobbying, the people are no longer being represented by the politicians they elect. We are fast becoming a government of the corporation, for the corporation, by the corporation. The endless hemorrhaging of taxpayer money spent on corporate welfare, money that does not trickle down in America, is sucking this nation dry. Since 1980, we have been combining tax cuts and loopholes for the wealthy with massive spending increases at the top. Our politicians are using the taxpayers' credit card to borrow, borrow and borrow. The deficits and borrowed money will have to be paid back with tax dollars. In short, the very politicians who promised no tax raises, used the back door to load the largest tax burden in the free world square on the backs of America's middle class taxpayers!

In the Declaration of Independence, our founding fathers said, "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." In this age of record corporate profiteering, the politicians are telling us that we can not afford a living wage, health care, parks, pensions, public education, libraries, Medicare, Medicaid, Social Security, or even the United States Post Office. All while we continue the insane deficit spending on massive corporate welfare programs that have impoverished our great nation.

I am sure that Abraham Lincoln and the soldiers who died at Gettysburg are all "rolling over in their graves" as America's representative democracy perishes from this earth. So long as our nation's political institutions are for sale, the people will not be represented and the pursuit of Life, Liberty and Happiness are in jeopardy. As patriots, it is our duty to demand that campaign reform and lobbying laws be changed so that we are once again a nation of the people, by the people, for the people.

Scottish Shortbread

2011-02-12T19:28:00.000-08:00

Great Grandparents Neil and Julie Gorrie

Great Grandfather's family tried immigrating to the United States, but Scotland's annual quotas were always full, so they immigrated to Nova Scotia, and finally to the United States. Great Grandfather was a stone carver and started a successful monument company in Seattle where he specialized in carving angels and lambs. If you visit the grave of the famous Seattle pioneer, Mr. Yesler, you can see an example of his stone carving. Because of my Scottish heritage, I began making shortbread and experimented for some time. These are awesome and leave the house smelling like a bit-o-heaven, so put on the coffee and enjoy!

1. Mix 2 cups brown sugar with 6 cups flour

2. Cut in 1.5 lb. of softened butter

3. Add ¾ cup warm water (30 sec. in microwave),

form into 2 balls and roll out to ½ inch thick on a lightly floured surface

4. Cut into bars with a pizza cutter and prick with a fork

5. Place on cookie sheets and bake in the oven for 25 min. @ 325, then bake

overnight at lowest oven setting.

6. Store in gallon bags with a folded paper towel.

Mugger Attempts to Steal Cookies

2011-02-09T16:44:00.000-08:00

Cookie Mugger

I walked to the post office to mail some home made cookies. This squirrel tried to steal them. We had us a knock-down, drag-out fight over those cookies. I finally gave him a big kick and he landed on the stump. My leg's a little chewed, but I think I'll be okay.

Scottish Oatcakes - Recipe

2011-02-03T20:35:00.000-08:00

Great Grandpa McDougle holding my mother.

My mother was a McDougle and Dad's mom a Gorrie (sept of clan Donald), so when I make these, I can really say they are Scottish Oatcakes. This is my personal recipe, one that I adapted some time ago. I put them in the oven at the lowest setting overnight, and by morning, the whole house smells good. They are amazingly crunchy and flavorful, all you need do is make the coffee.

Ingredients

6 cups oatmeal

2 cups flour

2 cups brown sugar

1 1/2 cups olive oil

1 cup water

1 ½ t. baking powder

½ t. salt

Directions

• mix all the dry ingredients together in a large bowl
• add the wet ingredients and mix well

• let stand 1 hour with a dish towel over the top

• divide the dough in half, roll out to 3/8 in. and cut into bars with a pizza cutter

• load on lightly greased cookie sheets

• bake @ 375 degrees for 15 min. then overnight on your oven's lowest setting

• store them in gallon bags with a folded paper towel inside

Fly Rods and Rain Sticks - Story

2011-01-31T20:00:00.000-08:00

I’m sorry, but I’m a little bummed right now. I went to the lake to do a little fly fishing, as I pulled in the parking lot, it was full of fancy paint and shiny chrome. Them city slickers were packing $500 fly rods and wearing them fancy store bought fishing vests.

I just shook my head and started to turn the old red truck around, then I saw my rain stick lying there on the seat. I had myself one of those brain storms and laughed, I’d show them city folk!

Launching the boat, I rowed right into the middle of that crowd. The hardware was flying and I thought maybe I was going to get my ears pierced. I tied a fly on the old Medalist rod and strung out a short line, so’s I could fish one handed.

Standing tall, waving that fly rod and my rain stick like a crazy man, I started to chant... aye... aye... aye... The water around me opened like a giant eyeball, and there I stood chanting and catching fish. After I’d caught about 50 fat rainbows, a bunch of them city slickers left in a big hurry.

I sure had a laugh on them city folk. Finally, all wore out from chanting and waving that stick around, I rowed to shore. Near shore, I started shaking my rain stick... aye... aye... aye... and them people got out of my way. By the time I loaded the boat, I was feeling pretty smug.

Having a joke on them city slickers was so fun that I went back the next morning. When I pulled in the parking lot, there was a bunch of them crazy city slickers waving fly rods and rain sticks. They was all chanting... aye... aye... aye, I just shook my head and left. I think maybe I’m gonna give up fly fishing!

The Beautiful Carolina Coast - Poetry

2011-01-30T18:32:00.000-08:00

Miles of waves crashing on the beautiful Carolina Coast

The cry of the gull and the wind in your hair

Then something inside you reaches out

And grabs hold of all that good stuff.

When that happens

You have the Carolina Coast in your blood

And you come back, you come back, you come back.

Imagine those early explorers in their great sailing ships

Months on the open sea, boredom, bad food, bad water and then

To step out onto those glorious Carolina beaches

And they come back, they come back, they come back.

Now all of us share the same public beaches
We leave our tracks in the sand without race, color or creed
Just a bunch of people having fun at the beach.

I can see the right of it, I can see the wrong of it

But one thing I’ll always know is

I come back, I come back, I come back

To the beautiful Carolina coast.

An Evening With Piper Reva - Music Review

2011-01-29T17:55:00.000-08:00

Photo by Annabelle Avergne

Sometimes, life just doesn’t get any better. Last Friday night was one of those special moments. Washington sips and wine bar in La Conner hosted an incredible performance starring Piper Reva, and I was one of the lucky fans who packed the house.

It’s rare to find this level of entertainment up close and personal. It’s as though Piper is singing just for you. She takes the time to sign albums and make small talk, best of all, she makes you laugh or cry as easily as a magician pulling rabbits from a hat.

Piper’s performances are a rich buffet of original American soul food, and always fun! You can check her schedule, buy a CD, or learn more about her by clicking on her link. You can check out Washington sips and wine bar by clicking their link.

A Student I Will Never Forget - Swinomish Memories

2011-01-27T08:20:00.000-08:00

David Jack is one of those students I will never forget. He loved to play chess and was good at it. Often, he would come to my room and haul out the chessboard. He’d hold a castle in one of his hands, and I would have to guess which hand it was in, kind of like a bone game to see who got first move. Then we’d start moving those pawns forward, we’d jump those knights around, move those bishops corner to corner, and it was quite the battle. Sometimes, when I heard the words “checkmate” it smarted because here I was a college grad being beat by one of my students.

Another thing David loved was dolly fishing in the Swinomish Channel and Skagit River. One day we were fishing the Johnson Bar in Burlington and David hung his lure on a snag, thinking it a fish, he set the hook and his fishing pole broke. I know a lot of people who would have been done fishing at that point, but not David. He went to the parking lot and found a piece of broken glass. He walked the bar, finding a flat sandy rock, he proceeded to shave and sand the broken halves of his fishing pole until they fit perfectly!

One day, I cleared the room and went to lunch. I didn’t know that David had tilted the storage cabinet out from the wall and hid behind it. When the cabinet tilted back, he was stuck and could not get out. The poor guy was stuck there the whole lunch period. After lunch, unlocking the door, I heard a muffled yell, “Help Mr. R. I’m stuck!” What if David had done that on a Friday afternoon and got stuck there the whole weekend? I could just imagine the newspaper headlines, “Teacher Leaves Student Trapped For The Weekend.”

Man VS Animal Kingdom - Poetry

2011-01-26T12:25:00.000-08:00

Pie cooling on sill

Mice dancing, sniffing, licking

Leaving surprises

Vultures circling

Near naked sunbathers

Wishful daydreaming

Torn broken ice chest

Bear drinking ice cold beer

Hairy hangover

Jack and John - Story

2011-01-22T22:45:00.000-08:00

My Great, Great Grandpa John (Jack) Everett Hoyt's Pigs

Old Jack laughed, his gnarled fingers scraping the pan as he tossed table scraps to his chickens. John had promised to buy a beer at the Pig and Whistle, but he was thinking, “Yah, when pig’s fly he’ll buy!”

Old John was mulling over how he might get a tiddley wink of pig’s ear out of Old Jack. “Yah, puttin’ lipstick on a pig don’t change nothing, and Jack ain’t likely to be buyin’ any toddy."

Finally, with the pigs in their stys, and the chickens safe in their coups, the two old pig farmers met at the Pig and Whistle for their usual evening drink. Jack says to John, “The old sow’s dropping piglets like rain and I’m makin’ bacon. How’s about you buyin’ the beer ta celebrate?”

John coughed and snorted, “Sounds like you got a lifetime supply of sqealing bacon so you just tuck one o’ them piglets under your arm and play me a sad an’ awful song on the bagpipes, maybe then I’ll buy us some beer.”

By now, Jack was red in the face, “If that ain’t a pig in a poke, you claimin’ ta buy me a beer and now you’re gettin’ piggy, why you’re more slippery than a greased pig and tighter with your money than a pig's rear end.”

Now it was John’s turn to be red in the face, “Calling me piggy is right fine of you because pig stands for pride, integrity and guts you old fool. You know... don’t ya, that inside every man there’s a tiger, a pig and an ass and I’m not sure which one you is.”

Finally, the bartender says, “Well if that don’t dill my pickle, you two’s worse than two pigs in a parlor, how’s about I buy the first round just to shut you old farts up.”

Now Jack, a twinkle in his eye, takes a sip of beer and slaps John on the back, “You’re the best pal I ever had. ”

They each buy a couple more rounds and shuffle off down the road. John says to Jack, “Let’s go get a couple piglets so’s we can play us a sad an’ awful song on them bagpipes.”

SKAT Buses for LaConner - Swinomish Memories

2011-01-22T20:01:00.000-08:00

One of my favorite English assignments was to have my students write a letter to the editor of the Channel Town Press or the Skagit Valley Herald. We would brainstorm the issues and make a list, we would read the newspapers and discuss the things important to the people of Skagit Valley. Once researched, the students would begin the writing process.

• Write an outline

• Use the outline to write a rough draft

• Edit the letter

• Write the final draft

• Submit for publication

Breanna Bill is a practical person, while most of the kids were thinking about things plastered all over the newspapers, Breanna chose something different. At that time, SKAT buses were new to Skagit County, and they were not coming to LaConner! Breanna’s letter to the editor was one of the first requesting SKAT bus services for LaConner.

Her letter was like the snowball that started an avalanche. Soon, many people were asking for bus service in both LaConner and Anacortes. Within the year, Breanna’s letter had started a landslide movement that brought the SKAT buses to LaConner.

This success story has always been near and dear to my heart as it clearly demonstrates the power of writing. We may only have one voice and one vote, but through writing we can have the voice of all our people and the power of all their votes. For this I am thankful of Breanna Bill and her letter to the editor so many years ago.

Gun Violence In America - Political View

2011-01-21T12:27:00.000-08:00

My Grand Uncle Norman posing with a new shooting vest and his gun collection. Swiss hunting traditions have been passed down father to son in my family for generations. We learn to hunt and use guns safely at an early age and though I no longer hunt, these traditions are precious to me.

When I speak of "gun control," I'm not just referring to restrictions on gun ownership and use, but also any and all related issues that result in gun violence. If you consider homicides, suicides and accidental shootings, it appears that nearly 100,000 Americans are shot every year, and over 30,000 of them die. I would call this an abysmal failure of gun control in America. If we are pro life, if we believe in the right to life, liberty and happiness, this is not acceptable, and all of us should support policies to reduce gun violence.

In America, there is rarely any discussion of our failed gun control policies because when one even says the words “gun control” Americans on both sides the issue become agitated and refuse to listen. So long as this behavior continues, nearly 100,000 Americans will be shot every year, and the blood will be on our hands! We need to pull together and commit ourselves to solving the problem of gun violence, regardless of our emotions.

First of all, America is a patchwork quilt of gun control laws. Some states have very little gun control while others are quite restrictive. Some states have firearm death rates low as 2.8 per hundred thousand and others as high as 31.2 per hundred thousand. Often, the level of gun control does not match up with the death rates per state. So what’s going on, and why isn’t gun control working in America? Why is America such a violent place?

I know that many Americans like football so I will use that sport as an analogy. To be a Superbowl champion, you must play great offense. The quarterback, running backs, ends and linemen all need great skills. To be a Superbowl champion, you also need great defense. The backfield, linebackers, ends and linemen all need great skills. A Superbowl team is not made by any one individual, but rather by the coordination and cooperation of all.

We have tried restrictions on guns and gun owners as a stand alone solution to the problem and we have failed. We have tried locking people up as a stand alone solution to the problem, and we have failed. We have ignored important social issues for years, and we have failed to solve the problem of gun violence. Until we can work together using all the tools available, nearly 100,000 Americans will continue to be shot each and every year in America.

For America to be successful at reducing gun violence, we need to be working like a Superbowl team. We need a comprehensive plan that addresses all the related issues:

• sensible restrictions on firearms
• firearms training and proficiency testing for gun owners

• a court system that locks up dangerous criminals

• criminal restrictions on hate speech and inciting violence
• drug laws that reduce violence
• affordable comprehensive health care for all Americans

• living wage jobs for all Americans

I know that this is a daunting task, but it is not impossible. Many other countries, Switzerland for example, has reduced gun violence because they address all the issues. They are playing like a Superbowl team, or perhaps a better analogy, they are running like a “Swiss watch.”

Teaching The Angels - Swinomish Memories

2011-01-20T12:11:00.000-08:00

Mary Lou and Mike

When I came to La Conner in 1979, Mary Lou Cladoosby was my aide, and it didn’t take her long to become my inspiration and my mentor. She was a woman of unwavering faith, a lady who dedicated her life to education. Mary Lou was always taking college classes and and always carried a textbook tucked under her arm.

She had many goals in life, and two of them were special. First - she wanted to earn a college degree. Second - she wanted one of her sons to be the Swinomish Tribal Chairman. Mary Lou completed her college degree and it was awarded posthumously in the spring of 1996. Shortly after passing on, her son, Brian, became Swinomish Tribal Chairman, a position he still holds to this day. I miss Mary Lou and am ever so grateful that her husband Mike, her sons Tony, Brian, Marvin, Marty and her daughter Michelle treat me like part of the family and they are all very dear to me.

Mary Lou passed on in November of 1996, and on that day, there was a terrible storm. I couldn’t help but imagine it was Mary Lou standing before those pearly gates a kicking up her heels. Poor old Saint Pete was terrible upset and he brought the Lord Almighty himself to reason with Mary Lou.

With a voice full of love, our Good Lord asked Mary Lou why she wouldn’t cross-over and she answered, “I have grandchildren to raise and students to educate. Then God explained, “Mary Lou, I need you up here. These young new angels are playing their harps too loud and wearing their halos like race day caps. Especially, I need you to teach the Golden Rule so that my guardian angels can encourage peace and good will on earth.”

Being a faithful woman and seeing the Good Lord’s logic, Mary Lou crossed over that night and now she’s in heaven teaching the angels.

Playing For Change - Music Review

2011-01-19T16:32:00.000-08:00

If you read my reviews, you will see that music affects me in powerful ways. I simply love making and listening to music. Playing For Change is all about using music to unify our world in peace. When I hear their performances, I feel as though I’ve jumped off a cliff, and instead of falling, I’m soaring like an eagle!

Their DVD is so good, that I simply had to give it away so that others could enjoy its powerful message. I guess I’ll just have to buy me another copy and see if I can keep myself from giving that one away as well. You can listen to several of their songs on YouTube, if you would like to buy a copy for yourself or learn more about them, click on the attached link and enjoy!

Daddy Says - Autobiographical

2011-01-17T23:10:00.000-08:00

Me and My Daddy

I'm standing in the dark, looking down the outhouse trail and Momma says, "Go with him, he's only 5 years old."

Daddy says, "No! A man can't be afraid of the dark." Then I'm running down that trail, I'm running like the wind.

I'm watching Daddy prune his boysen berries, pretty soon, he takes out a chew of Copenhagen, "Daddy, can I have some?"

"Sure son, but a man has to take 3 fingers," so I take a big 3 fingered pinch of chewing tobacco and eat it like candy. Pretty soon, I'm on my hands and knees talking to somebody named "Ralph!"

Momma sticks her head out the backdoor and sees me puking my guts out, "You didn't, you didn't... did you?"

Daddy says, "Yep, I gave him the cure."

It's Saturday morning and I'm watching cartoons. Daddy comes home from working graveyard shift at the sawmill. "Hey, you want a pet skunk?"

"Yaaa!" So Daddy gets a gunny sack and we jump in the '36 Plymouth. We drive to Bob Beaver's cow pasture and there's a momma skunk leading her babies through the briers. I roll under the fence, and I'm reaching out, gonna grab one, when I realize what I'm doing, "Daddy, won't he spray me?"

Daddy starts laughing, "No, he's too little pick him up, pick him up." All of a sudden, I'm staring the one-eyed-winky of death right in the eyes. He let go a yellowish spray... Nearly blinded, choking and gasping, I ran back to Daddy with my skunk.

Just then, an old lady drives up in her brand new Cadillac car saying, "Oh, my grandchildren would love a pet skunk, can you catch me one?"

"Arrrg!" I'm off chasing them skunks again, I may not be too smart, but I'm persistent. This time, I grabbed that skunk by the front end, I'd rather get bit than sprayed again. I dropped that skunk in the lady's trunk and Daddy slams the lid. She drives off, all of a sudden, she's hanging out the window, trying to drive that fancy Cadillac car.

I'm playing in the hay mow, we are swinging on rope and dropping into the hay. Daddy and my uncles are pitch forking hay onto a trailer. At the end of the day everyone is tired and standing by Uncle Bob's new fangled electric fence. One little wire keeps all them cows in, no more chasing strays, what a wonderful invention. Then Daddy says, "Let's go for a walk." He bends over and taps that little wire and tells me the fence is not turned on, so I grab hold and throw a leg over, yeowww! There I am hung up on that fence, Daddy lied.

I'm deer hunting with my daddy and we're walking along the Samish river. I'm looking for a log to cross on so that I won't get all wet. Then I hear a splash and there's Daddy, standing in the river and calling me a sissy. The only thing I could do was jump in and join him. We both hunted wet all that day.

Growing up with a daddy like mine could have made me mean as "boiled owl" but instead, I've had a lifetime of belly laughs, and because of my daddy, I'm not afraid of the dark, I don't chew, I know better than to pick up a skunk, I know my way around an electric fence, and I ain't no sissy - thanks Daddy!

NWIFC News - Swinomish Memories

2011-01-17T09:38:00.000-08:00

In 1979, I was hired as a teacher for the LaConner School District and finally retired in 2008. My journey was long and interesting. When I arrived in LaConner, I was still a "wet behind the ears," redneck boy from Sedro Woolley. Landy James and Mary Lou Cladoosby took me under their wing and began teaching me about the Swinomish people and how to behave. With their help, my journey through Indian Country has been a happy one, and I have many fond memories of my Swinomish students and friends.

For many years, I subscribed to the Northwest Indian Fisheries Commission News figuring it would be a good read for my students. Salmon are an integral part of Native American life in the Pacific Northwest. The natives really do care about the survival and enhancement of salmon runs, and they are doing everything they can to protect and preserve them. After having read the Northwest Indian Fisheries News, I was amazed at how much was being done. I was always impressed by Billy Frank's many editorials on Being Frank, he is a great orator on both the stage and on paper, his words are worth listening to and thinking about.

Those of you who care about our salmon runs should read the Northwest Indian Fisheries News, I think you will be pleasantly surprised. You can access it by clicking on the attached link. The many articles and photos can be accessed by clicking on the various title boxes - enjoy!

Seattle Pro Musica - Music Review

2011-01-16T09:39:00.000-08:00

Seattle Pro Musica is a choral ensemble conducted by Karen Thomas. They are the kind of choir that you might expect to find performing for kings and queens in some famous European cathedral. Even better, they are located in nearby Seattle, Washington. Pro Musica puts on a series of community concerts and lucky me got to feel like a King when they performed their Water Music concert at our very own Maple Hall in LaConner.

Song and voice washed over me like great ocean waves, leaving my brain awash with adrenalin and endorphins, a powerful natural high. As they sang You have ravished my heart from Song of Songs, Canticle 4:9-16, it seemed that as their voices rose, they ascended like giant waves, growing taller and taller, and then, as their voices ebbed, they grew smaller and smaller, returning to their normal stature. I imagined that I was a boy again, and that I was learning to sail. We skirted the rocky shores of Nova Scotia, Great Grandpa Neil Gorrie was in front of me saying, "Keep the wind in your sails, son."

Lux Lucis by Karen Thomas, is another amazing piece that literally translated means light. With numerous references to radiance, the harmonies danced like sunlight on the waves, the angelic voices of a hundred waves washed me clean as a new born babe. I took a few deep breaths and let the song fill my mind until there was nothing left but light and song. It became the perfect Buddhist meditation, my cluttered mind at last calm and clear, I was living in the moment.

After sailing on the sea of a concert called Water Music, I know that when I die and go to heaven, I'll hear the angels sing and say, "Been there, done that!" If you are a music lover, you'll want to hear Seattle's Pro Musica, just click on the YouTube link or go to the Pro Musica link to learn more about them and to see their performance schedule.

Reggie Miles - Music Review

2011-01-14T21:02:00.000-08:00

Reggie Miles is a man with a story, he's a foot stomping, old fashioned, bottleneck blues player. He will tell you how he built the old guitar that he plays and you will find him on the street corners, in the bars, in the concert halls, playing that old guitar and having a real good time.

Sometimes, you find something old fashioned, something really good, something like a family recipe for really good apple pie or brownies, and that would be Reggie's music. To hear samples of his old fashioned, foot stomping blues, you can click on the link attached to this blog. I guarantee it will be all soul food and a foot tappin' good time.