Stealing for morning fix
Thu, 08/04/2005
Publisher
Yesterday the Pea Eye did not come and I was forced to raid neighbor Margaret's Seattle Times box.
I cannot eat breakfast unless I have my morning news and cartoon fix while munching my ration of Cheerios and sliced banana and a sprinkle of raspberries from the garden.
I was deep into Hagar the Horrible when the phone rang. I knew it was Margaret because she is aware of my addiction.
"Jerry? Do you have my paper again?"
"Yes, Margaret," I said. "My Pea Eye did not come. I looked in the bushes, too. I will bring your paper over right away. Don't worry about the red smudge in the corner of the front page. I spilled a gob of jam on it while eating my toast. You can still read the words but it may be a little sticky."
So I made a quick scan of her copy and dropped it on her porch and got away fast.
Shortly thereafter my own paper was placed on my front porch. Then the phone rang again.
"This is Margaret," the voice said. "Thank you. I could read through the red smudge but my elbow got a little sticky."
Will our two dailies solve their conflict? Will we have just one paper? I don't know, but what if we only have one and the delivery driver misses me and also Margaret?
Of course I could read it on my laptop computer but I tried that once and spilled my coffee on the keyboard .
Tim Robinson, associate publisher of this newspaper, was in West Seattle attending the Junction street fair and taking pictures for the West Seattle Herald.
This a huge event with thousands of residents and hundreds of vendor booths and Tim wanted to get a scenic shot. This required him climbing a ladder so he brought one from home, which proved to be too short.
Looking around he spotted a tall one up against a house and seeing no one to ask he decided to borrow it for a few minutes.
He hauled it up the street a short distance, climbed up and took his picture.
He then climbed down and was returning it when a woman ran up and said, "Is that our ladder? I thought somebody stole it. My husband is going nuts. He is still up on the roof.
If you live in a house in the Highline district that was built between 1950 and 1980, chances are Loyal Reynolds has been in your house. Or maybe his brother Myron. These two former electrical contractors were so good, so reliable just about every home builder wanted them.
Loyal celebrated his 65th wedding anniversary in June. He married his bride Grace in 1940.
Grace was an avid roller skater at the White Center rink and was there with her date. Loyal was also skating there and took a shine to the cutest thing on wheels. He made his move with an offer to take her home as he would like to meet her mom and dad.
Grace didn't swallow that unlikely story and told him she was going home with the guy what brung her. Obviously Loyal does not give up easily.
Other than the 17 years they lived aboard their 52-foot boat he and Grace built and sailed around the world, they lived in Normandy Park for 48 years and now live in Burien.