Here are Letters to the Editor for May 25, 2017… More
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(By Brandon Hansen/Editor of the Chewelah Independent)
Brown’s Lake, the long-time destination spot for people in Chewelah looking to cool down during the summer, is open for the season.
… and right in line with the rest of 2017, it opened with a cleaning day by volunteers that saw a deluge of rain greet them. But with temperatures picking back up and this weird glowy object called the sun beginning to make an appearance, it’s once again time to “go to the lake.”
Having grown up less than a half mile from Brown’s Lake, I know a thing or two about the landmark. It once was part of the big magnesite plant operation that defined this town for decades. It has since become a quiet recreation spot for all types to swim and camp.
So let me point out some of the great features of Brown’s Lake, which while members-only seems to be one of those clubs that everybody is a member. More
(By Brandon Hansen/Editor-in-Chief of the Chewelah Independent)
The saying goes around Chewelah that we experience four distinct seasons.
After mis-dressing for the second straight week and either sweating up a storm or freezing to death, I’m convinced there’s fifth season we should adopt.
Call it Sprummer, and Sprummer can be a real pain in the butt.
Spring is a time for rain, mild temperatures and watching things begins to grow. Summer is a time to go to the lake and enjoy the sun. The current season we’re experiencing right now? It’s a time to dodge lightning strikes, realize you should have brought a jacket as a monsoon bears down on you and change the thermostat in the house roughly 40 times a day.
Here are some activities we can do during Sprummer to pass the time until the sun gets out for good and everybody breaks out the BBQs and fireworks.
Watch baseball and softball coaches turn into meteorologists — There’s nothing better than watching a coach who just… wants… to… finish… the … season… look nervously at the horizon. “Oh those are heading west we don’t have to worry about those,” is a common saying.
“Those are cumulus clouds, the baddies are the nimbostratus and cumulonimbus clouds.” This is all while they’re breaking out bags upon bags of that field-dry kitty litter stuff. I think spring sports coaches might wring their hands over weather more than farmers.
Wash the car, only to have it rain — Who doesn’t like a nice finish of waterspots? I sure do. After just letting things be for like six months and a nice crust of dirt/mud/other unspeakable things to accumulate on your car, isn’t the first car wash of the year a liberating experience? That is until it rains again and your spot-free shine was all for not.
Taking a drive — “Well let’s just take a drive up there” is one of the most uttered phrases in Stevens County. When I lived on the coast rarely would you take the route that took you longer to get somewhere.
Around here? Well lets see what the river looks like. Let’s see if ol’ Chuck still has that tractor parked in his front yard. When the power went out in Chewelah a few weeks ago, no joke, traffic actually increased because everybody wanted to see how the town looks in total darkness. “Taking a drive” has to be the most Stevens County thing since grapple skidders.
Turkey hunting — Or as we like to say around here, look out your door and see a turkey.
Thrift store and yard sale hunting — Why do I get the feeling of Indiana Jones everytime I step foot near a yard sale. You literally could uncover some historic artifact that has been lost to society after residing in an attic for decades, or it could just be a collection of old Steven Segal VHS tapes. There’s no inbetween.
Guessing how dangerous Chewelah Creek is right now — Can someone send the creek a memo? Flooding is over. The creek can stop running like one of those good runners in Bloomsday (You know the kind that wear the fit bit and running clothes while I walk the course and make multiple stops at fast food restaurants along the way. Showoffs).
While not flooding, all our waterways look like you ford one of those supertankers through the valley. Perhaps the city of Chewelah should open a port and everybody could get complimentary eye patches and talk like a pirate.
Deciding if the Drive-in theatre is a good idea or not — The Drive In is awesome. However it’s always a bit of critical thinking deciding if you want to brave Sprummer night temperatures to see Vin Diesel.
Declaring war against the mosquitoes — My goodness, did Moses get angry at us and decide to send some mosquitoes our way? I’m not sure how you can get a sunburn and get covered in bug bites at the same time but … the Chewelah area magically has that covered. Seriously though, can we call in some flamethrowers and tanks and do away with these pests? A few tactical nukes as well. I’m just really getting sick of running from these things anytime I take a step outside.
Lose all hope in the Mariners — Usually a mid-summer tradition but we’re knocking this out of the way before Memorial Day. Mariners Baseball: getting more efficient all the time.
Happy Sprummer everyone!
(By Don C. Brunell/Don C. Brunell is a business analyst, writer and columnist. He retired as president of the Association of Washington Business, the state’s oldest and largest business organization, and now lives in Vancouver. He can be contacted at theBrunells@msn.com.)
America needs more welders and fewer philosophers,” proclaimed Florida Sen. Marco Rubio during the 2016 presidential campaign.
He hit the nail on the head without disrespecting philosophers.
Industry News reported in 1988, there were 570,000 welders compared to the 360,000 in 2012. Considering the manufacturing and construction sectors have boomed in recent years, the growing shortage of welders is troublesome. Even worse, the American Welding Society estimates a 290,000 job deficit by 2020. More
(By Tom Purcell/Tom Purcell is a nationally syndicated humor columnist. Send your comments to Tom at Purcell@caglecartoons.com)
Every now and then, I come across items in the news that make me worry about the future of our country.
Here’s one such item: CNNMoney reports that Americans are paying hundreds of dollars for dirty jeans.
According to Nordstrom, a nutty retailer that sells such jeans, they “embody rugged, Americana workwear that’s seen some hard-working action with a crackled, caked-on muddy coating that shows you’re not afraid to get down and dirty.”
They sell for 425 bucks a pair. More
(By Stephen Moore/Stephen Moore is the Distinguished Visiting Fellow for Project for Economic
Growth at The Heritage Foundation)
Buried in an otherwise-humdrum jobs report was the jaw-dropping pronouncement by the Department of Labor that mining jobs in America were up by 11,000 in March. Since the low point in October 2016, and following years of painful layoffs in the mining industry, the mining sector has added 35,000 jobs.
What a turnaround. Liberals have been saying that Donald Trump was lying to the American people when he said that he could bring coal jobs back. Well, so far, he has delivered on his promise. More
(By Brandon Hansen/Brandon is the managing editor of the Chewelah Independent)
This weekend we celebrate Mother’s Day.
No doubt I will be calling Akers like a desperate soldier trying to call in an airstrike but instead getting a flower basket for my mom. “Do you have this? Package it up now!” And no doubt Safeway will be full of men on Friday scratching their head trying to pick out Mother’s Day cards.
And it’s all worth it, trust me folks.
If you’re like me, you’re under the impression that your mother is a Super Hero.
Why? Well, I understand what a fuss-ball I am and raising me must have been something more complicated than changing out the engine in a skidder.
I feel like writing to Marvel or DC Comics, telling them they need a superhero mom with these powers. More
People may recall information I shared last summer about the Voluntary Steward Program (VSP) that had begun in Stevens County. Since that time, the Stevens County Property Rights Group had worked very hard and was able to get a county-wide resolution passed for the draft plan that would prevent the VSP from becoming mandatory for every person in the county that had agricultural activity or livestock on their property, as per the language of the VSP in it’s law-enforcement section of the Growth Management Act 36.70A.720.(3). Spokane County used our Resolution to duplicate the same resolution for their VSP, and several other counties across the state, have also tried to duplicate it. Unfortunately without any success as of yet. More
(By Brandon Hansen/Brandon is the managing editor of the Chewelah Independent and a graduate of Eastern Washington University. If you’d like to send Brandon a Letter to the Editor, shoot him an email at email@example.com.)
A noise ordinance in a small town is nothing to sneeze at. With the Chewelah City Council considering an ordinance that would put a cap on how loud you can be during the evening hours, plenty of people are all riled up.
These so-called “sound patriots” have already been on our Facebook page thinking that perhaps the city is overstepping our bounds. Since I’m no noise expert and I basically just sit in my apartment with the blinds shut playing Call of Duty every day, I really have no idea how loud my neighbors are.
That being said, having lived in a bigger town at one point – I can tell you that having neighbors stinks sometimes. I’m blessed to have the coolest neighbors now, but back in Centralia I once had somebody knock on my floor because apparently watching a YouTube video of somebody playing Mario Paint and talking at just above a whisper was too loud for them (Also if you combine a weirdo like me and a weird thing like YouTube — these are the viewing habits you get — watching somebody play Mario Paint). This person would also listen to their own TV at the same volume as a Boeing 747 taking off. More