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Rob Oxford: Turn out the lights, the party's over

Tuesday, November 6, 2018

The Wolverines move the ball downfield
Photo by Rob Oxford
By Rob Oxford

The Shorecrest Scots 2018 Football Season came to an end Saturday Night with a 34 - 7 loss to 2nd ranked Bellevue and as a fan and Father of a Scot, I found it surprisingly easy to leave the stadium with my head held high.

It would be unfair to assume that anyone outside of Shoreline expected the Scots to be victorious, but this was a playoff game, their first in over a decade and one must always believe. It is crucial to have faith. To not only believe in oneself, but also ones coaches and fellow teammates.

Football is a game played by human beings. At any given time, players on both teams are capable of making mistakes. Referees make bad calls. The weather can be a factor and the ball bounces funny. All of these are reasons to play the game and sometimes... the "Underdog" does win.

The stats for this particular game aren't necessarily worth mentioning. Fans of the Wolverines are used to seeing them bulldoze their way downfield and fans of the Scots are familiar with how they battle each opponent. Tackles were made, blocks were thrown, passes dropped, penalties assessed, but a 101 yard interception by Sammy Seliga returned for a Highlander touchdown in his final game as a Scot, was certainly a much needed moral booster for the visitors and kept Shorecrest from being shut out.

No one needs reminding that Bellevue has faced controversy in the past for suspected program violations, including boosters being accused of paying for athletes’ tuitions, false addresses being used to gain eligibility and coaches recruiting athletes into the program.

No one needs to be reminded that the Wolverine Lineman are big, much bigger than many of their opponents. But whether one wants to admit it or not, football, and in this case high school football, is a business and for Bellevue, business has been good for many, many years.

Bellevue's assistant coach in charge of waving the white noodle
Photo by Rob Oxford


But this article is not meant to be overly critical of The Wolverine Football program. In fact there were many things I witnessed Saturday night that I admired. Some things that reminded me of my days playing football in Texas and then again, some that did not. In particular, the coach whose sole job seemed to be swinging a long white noodle over his head the entire night? I thought I knew most of the coaching positions, that one must be new.

However, I admired the involvement of those underclassmen/players who would otherwise not be seeing any action, standing together on the sideline encouraging their teammates while simultaneously doing their best to distract their opponent with a myriad of chants and cheers. At first it may have seemed annoying, but it kept them engaged. As members of the team they too were given a job to do and all night long they did it quite well.

Also significant was the precision with which the Bellevue Offense "broke the huddle" and almost sprinted to the line before each snap, that too was impressive. The almost choreographed moves of the Linemen as they got down into their 3 point stance in unison. The second effort given by the Bellevue Running Backs after initial contact was a thing of beauty and garnered them several additional yards on many of their carries.

Bellevue's Spirit Bell
Photo by Rob Oxford


Finally, after shaking hands with their opponent, the Wolverines lined up on the sideline facing the home crowd and with helmets off, swayed back and forth as the school song was played. A true sign of appreciation for all in attendance. That is discipline. That is tradition. As is the Spirit Bell which hangs above the stairs leading to the field.

The Scots' traditional entrance to the field
with pipers playing the battle song
Copyright Anne Jack Photography


But Shorecrest too has its traditions, including one that nearly brings this reporter to tears each time it begins. The sound of the Scottish Piper leading his team into battle. The players paired together arm in arm as they make their way from the locker room, through the crowd, past the student body and onto the field. It is a magical moment and one I'll never tire of witnessing.

I was a little perplexed as to the relatively sparse turnout and why the covered seating at Bellevue Stadium is minimal to say the least. I was actually expecting something much more extravagant to be honest. Could it be that an undefeated team is so used to winning that few people bother coming to the games until they get deeper into the playoffs? Was it the weather? Does it not rain as much on the east side of Lake Washington as it does on the west side?

Regardless, the Bellevue Wolverines are advancing to the Tacoma Dome for a shot at another state championship and the Shorecrest Scots are not. However, as was conveyed to them the entire week before, the Scots earned an opportunity to compete with the "big boys" this past Saturday Night and despite a 27 point differential, they did indeed compete.

With that, for the Scots of 2019 there is much on which to build. For the Scots of 2018 there is much to appreciate.

Until next season...



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Rob Oxford: How old is too old?

Sunday, October 28, 2018

Not a big fan of horror in general... but fingers and
beetles are good for breakfast .. if they're bananas
and raisins on cinnamon buns
Text and Photos by Rob Oxford

The Cobwebs were strung by the chimney with care and the vampire bats hung high in the air... wait a minute, that's not right? I think I'm getting my poems mixed up. 

Despite the fact that Christmas decorations are already on some store shelves, it's HALLOWEEN!

I confess Halloween has never been my favorite celebration.

Maybe it's because for 25 years or so, I spent most Halloween Nights at a radio station playing Bobby Boris Pickett's "Monster Mash" or "I Put A Spell On You" by Screamin' Jay Hawkins every 90 minutes. Both great songs mind you, but... every 90 minutes?

I'm also not a big fan of horror in general, costume parties or being unnecessarily scared. Honestly, nothing scares me more than going to a party on Halloween Night only to find someone else is wearing a more elaborate Elvis or Dracula costume than the one you presently have on.

Oh the horror!

The truth is, even as a young adult I got much more satisfaction from handing out candy to the little ghouls and goblins who came calling, than I did traipsing around all night with a mask on my face. The Fairy Princesses and Firemen, Witches and Werewolves, Monsters and Martians, each as cute as the one before.

I prefer to settle in with my wife and watch one of the numerous scary movies available on the television. Why, if I don't like being unnecessarily scared will I purposely watch a scary movie?

Because I've seen them dozens and dozens of times in the past. I know exactly when Jason is going to pop up from behind the couch after having a sewing needle jabbed in his neck and attack 10 more people. Regardless of how many times you've seen the classics like "Carrie," "Child's Play," or "A Nightmare On Elm Street," watching a scary movie on Halloween just seems appropriate.

No tricks here - only treats

Unfortunately, right before a scary part, the doorbell will ring and my wife and I will briefly argue as to whose turn it is to answer?

I will then grab the bowl of candy, open the door expecting to see a cute little ladybug or bumblebee and instead standing on my porch is a "Trick or Treater" who looks old enough to have been my college roommate.

"Trick or Treat" he says, in a voice as deep as the great Lou Rawls. Dressed in an oversize sport coat and a fedora I ask, "What are you dressed as?" ..."I'm a Salesman," he says with a toothy grin.... clever.

Reluctantly I drop a Snickers bar in his pillow case. He immediately looks up as if to say "Is that all?" I then sheepishly drop in two or three more and without so much as a "thank you" he turns and runs through my flower bed laughing hysterically. Out into the street he meets up with his cohorts and in a wisp of smoke (most likely from vaping) they mysteriously vanish into the black of night. Closing the door behind me I can't help but feel a little like a lollipop... a real sucker!

Robbie (Anakin Skywalker) and Taylor (Ghoul)
But what are you gonna do? I'm certainly not the arbiter of such things. My son was 6'2 and in 8th grade the last time he went trick or treating. 

However, one must seriously consider whether or not to turn away those you deem "too old" to be ringing your doorbell on Halloween and, let's be frank, some kids are too old.

The reality is, Lou Rawls just might resent not getting a "treat" and resort to playing a "trick". 

I don't know when the last you had to power wash eggs off the side of your house or how many trees you have in your yard begging to be toilet papered, but in my opinion it's far better to stock up on the candy when it goes on sale October 30th.

By the way... the Johnsons down the street give out the full size Milky Ways. Just in case you were wondering.


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Rob Oxford: Welcome - The Good Ideas

Sunday, October 21, 2018

Max Beene (gtr.-vocals))
and Jack Smevik (keyboards-vocals)
Story and Photos By Rob Oxford

Will you please welcome "The Good Ideas"

Considering that names like Ian, Cameron, Jordan, Emily, Taylor and Meagan have been extremely popular over the past several years, chances are better than good that if you were successful in naming your children Jack Flash (his real name) and Ruby Tuesday (her real name) you've got at least two things going for you, a true love of rock-n-roll and a wife that literally... ROCKS!

Such is the case for my friend Ron Smevik. Ron is a local musician who plays in several tribute bands. 

He's also affectionately referred to as the "Reuben Kincaid" of the "The Good Ideas" and those are indeed Ron's children's birth names... and his wife truly does ROCK!

So do The Good Ideas.

Who are The Good Ideas or better yet, who is Reuben Kincaid?

Any child of the 70's will undoubtedly recall the befuddled manager of the musical Partridge Family played by actor Dave Madden. 

Noah Bender (drums and cool hair)
Reuben had his work cut out for him booking gigs for the family band, providing a male influence for the fatherless children and especially keeping young Danny Partridge out of the constant trouble in which he would inevitably find himself.

Ron doesn't face quite as many challenges with The Good Ideas, but if I were him, I'd keep my eye on that bass player of his. 

A group of 6th and 7th grade musicians from Shoreline have started more than what I would call a "garage band". 

Together for about a year now, the group was rehearsing for an upcoming gig at the Historic Everett Theatre and I decided I needed to do a little investigative journalism. 

Afterall, I've been trying to get my band booked into the "Historic E" for months now. How did a bunch of 12 and 13 year olds get a booking there before me?

One of my first questions for the group was, "Do the chicks at school dig you guys?" (Which by the way, really shows my age).

I was surprised by the answer.

Max Beene (under the watchful eye
of Ron Smevik)
It appears that at this point not many of their classmates know about The Good Ideas and that in itself is not such a bad thing. It tells me that these kids are more interested in walking the walk, rather than just talking the talk. 

All of the members of the band are currently in the Jazz Ensemble at school and most play several different instruments. 

Drummer Noah Bender and guitarist Max Beene have been students at Seattle's School of Rock for some time and I would contend the money their parents have invested so far has been well spent.

When asked about their musical influences, clutching his silver strat lead guitarist Max, the only 6th Grader in the group, mentioned several of the masters, Jimi Hendrix, Jimmy Page and U2's The Edge. Obviously this kid has great taste in music. 

What struck me most about The Good Ideas was the confidence they exhibited. Noah with his massive head of red hair that can be seen from the worst seat in any auditorium. Max and his "Buddy Holly glasses" that make him look even more serious about rock-n-roll than he is already. 

"Jumpin'" Jack Flash Smevik who's keyboard setup rivals that of Deep Purple's Jon Lord and Ronan Connell, in his trademark red fez, plucking the bass sans plectrum. 

Ronan fits in quite nicely as the group's "Danny Partridge," providing comedy relief while holding down the bottom end of the rhythm section. 

Ronan Connell (bass-vocals)
When asked who was "the leader of the group," I believe it was Ronan's hand that went up first. But truth be told, they all seem to have a voice in this burgeoning 4 piece.

Not only do these kids play their conventional "rock" instruments, but cumulatively they play cello, trombone, sax, trumpet, piano, banjo and most likely anything else one would care to put in their hands. Several of the members also play in their school's orchestra, which means two periods of music per day.

One might be curious as to how these future rock stars are doing in school? What kind of grades are they bringing home? I can confidently tell you that most are averaging A's and B's, but like any other middle school student, there are a few subjects that need extra attention. Music, however, is not one of them.

Drummer Noah Bender was quick to tell me about a project he did for one of his classes that revealed "those students who learn a musical instrument before the age of 7, experience better brain development." I'm thinking for that, his teacher probably gave him an A.

When I arrived at Studio Smevik, the band had just finished rehearsal but agreed to perform a couple more songs for the old geezer with the pen and paper. After Tom Petty's "The Apartment Song," Vivian Zittle, The Good Ideas "5th Beatle", sat in on the drums for another Petty classic "Change Of Heart". A charismatic young lady, Vivian mentioned Peter Criss of KISS as being one of her influences which made me smile as Peter is unquestionably the most approachable of the four legends. After some tuning, Vivian clicked her sticks twice and away they went. Mr. Petty would have been extremely proud.

Vivian Zittle (drums)
Ron's son Jack, also a multi-instrumentalist, made one of the most sincere and relevant comments of the session when he acknowledged his piano teacher, 85 year old Nancy Phillips, as being his biggest influence. I sincerely hope this article is shared with Ms. Phillips. 

When it appeared I had enough material for my article, I thanked the band for their time, they in turn thanked me and in a "Jack" flash disappeared into the next room for some Oreo cookies. I'm guessing it was part of their concert rider.

The Good Ideas already have a Facebook page, they have merchandise coming soon and undoubtedly more dates on the horizon. In fact if my band can ever get booked at the Historic Everett Theatre I'd love to have The Good Ideas open the show... or maybe they'll let us open for them?



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Rob Oxford: Rest in Peace, Mr. Allen

Tuesday, October 16, 2018

Paul G. Allen
Photo from Vulcan Inc
Sitting in my office Monday afternoon, my eldest son came in and shared what I had thought initially to be a hoax. He said the NFL Network was reporting that Seahawks owner Paul Allen had died.

I immediately began searching the internet and all I could find were links to a supposed celebrity death hoax that had been circulating earlier in the month. How someone can find joy in creating viruses and spreading such rumors is beyond me and perhaps an article for a different day.

It was no secret that Mr. Allen had been dealing with complications from non-Hodgkin's lymphoma, but because of his desire for privacy, I don't think the media was even aware of the severity of his illness. Sadly, what I had hoped would indeed be a hoax was soon confirmed by several local news affiliates and Paul's sister Jody.

Paul Allen's story is one Seahawk fans know all too well. Not only as co-founder of Microsoft, owner of the Portland Trailblazers and co-owner of the Seattle Sounders, but in 1996 when the most hated man in Seattle (before Clay Bennett stole our Sonics) Ken Behring threatened to move our beloved Seahawks to Southern California, Paul Allen stepped in and offered to purchase the team.

As anyone living in the area at the time can attest, there were plenty of stipulations that needed to be met before a deal could get done. For starters, Mr. Allen wanted an open-air stadium. That meant the Kingdome had to be imploded and a new stadium built.

After much discussion and not all of it favorable, the proposed $430 million project would be put to a statewide vote. Mr. Allen would be responsible for $130 million dollars of the overall tab, while the public via various taxes and lottery sales would have to pony up the remaining $300 million. For football fans, losing the Seahawks was not an option. However, not everyone in the state was a football fan. At least not yet.

When it was all over, the measure for a new stadium and exhibition hall narrowly passed by 51 percent. Paul Allen had saved our Hawks!

Under his ownership, the Seahawks made eight playoff appearances, have won 52 percent of their games overall and have played in 3 Super Bowls. The parade downtown to celebrate winning Super Bowl XLVIII 43 - 8 over longtime AFC division rival Denver is a day very few residents will soon forget.

As Co-founder of Microsoft, Chairman and Founder of Vulcan Inc., owner of the Seahawks, Sounders and Trailblazers, Founder of the Allen Institute for Brain Science, Allen Institute for Cell Science, Allen Institute for Artificial Intelligence and his various philanthropic endeavors, as well as establishing KEXP Radio, MoPop (formerly EMP) and the Flying Heritage and Combat Armor Museum at Paine Field, Mr. Allen will long be remembered as a favorite son of Seattle.

For undeniably selfish reasons however, I will admire him most for providing me with the opportunity to spend quality time with my wife and sons on Sunday afternoons.

From a forever grateful 12, may you rest in peace Mr. Allen.

Thank you,
Rob Oxford



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Rob Oxford: ...until today

Sunday, September 30, 2018

Earl Thomas gestures as he is removed, injured, from the field
TV screen shot


..until today,

I had your back Earl. A Texas boy who helped bring the Seattle Seahawks their very first Super Bowl, I had your back.

At 5' 10, 202 lbs., the toughest Safety in the NFL, I had your back.

A Ball Hawk who could close faster than a screen door on a windy day, I had your back. 

The Legion of Boom minus Kam and Sherm, I still had your back.

Your mad dash to catch up to Dallas Cowboy Coach Jason Garrett when you begged him to come and get you, I had your back.

That is... until today.

I don't profess to know the inner workings of an NFL front office and when it comes to professional sports I have no business acumen. I do, however, realize it is a business. It's your business, it's Paul Allen's business and to some extent it's my business.

Whether I pay my electric bill or buy two tickets to a Seahawks' game is my business. Whether I pay 50 dollars to park and spend 24 dollars on 2 hot dogs and 2 small drinks is my business. With a net worth of 24 million, so far I would say the business has been pretty good to you.

Ask the families of Mike Webster (Pittsburgh Steelers), Junior Seau (San Diego Chargers) and a host of others, how business has been? I understand it was a different time. TV contracts, endorsement deals, I get it.

There's much to pro football that the average fan doesn't know. The toll it takes on ones body. What is and isn't discussed in a locker room. The hard work and dedication it takes to simply be on a practice squad, let alone a 53 man roster. A career ending injury is only one snap away.

Today we may have witnessed YOUR career-ending injury, I hope not. But unfortunately, it appeared from where I was sitting that you may have experienced the same injury that kept you off the field in 2016. Again I don't know, I am merely speculating, but something tells me your doctors may have known how prone you were to reinjuring that leg and I would wager the Seahawks doctors knew as well. If indeed that is the same leg, that may be the reason they were hesitant to extend your contract.

I don't care that you missed all of training camp. I don't care that you may not have been in "football shape" on day one of the regular season. I don't care that you're mad. You can be mad. You can feel you're worth more than what you're currently being paid.

What I care about is your gesture to your coaches, your teammates and to a certain extent, all of us as you were being carted off the field on network television.

Is that how you really feel about the 12's? We're all 12's! Coach Pete, Russell, Mr. Allen, the Equipment Mgr., the ball boy... all 12's. The little kids who wear your jersey and who'll never see the inside of Century Link Field because their parents barely make enough money to pay their bills?

You just told every single one of us how much you really love us.

Well, we love you too.



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Rob Oxford: What A Kick!

The first Graduating Class of Shorecrest High School 1964
were in the stands to support their team


Text and photos by Rob Oxford

Friday Night the stage was set for what was certain to be an exciting football game for the Shorecrest Highlanders. Looking to rebound from a devastating shutout by their crosstown rivals in last week's Rotary Cup, Homecoming 2018 was upon them and the undefeated (in league play) Snohomish Panthers were on the prowl at Shoreline Stadium.

In attendance and recognized during the game by Stadium Announcer Wyatt Tonkin, sitting together as I'm sure they did those many years ago, the Shorecrest High School Charter Class of 1964.

Facing one of their toughest opponents, the Scots remained optimistic about their chances of bouncing back. Their defense had been altered slightly to account for the Panthers all but non-existent passing attack and instead focused on the tough running of Snohomish RB Tyler Massena.

QB Eladio Fountain looks to connect with a receiver downfield

At times throughout the first half the offensive line seemed to be providing its QB with ample opportunity to deliver the ball, but #19 Eladio Fountain seemed to be just a bit off. Some passes were overthrown while other missed opportunities seemed to be the result of miscommunication or possibly the wrong routes being run by his receivers. The second half would prove to be his redemption as he completed 19-of-35 passes for 257 yards and a touchdown.

Silencing the home team early and leading Shorecrest 21-0 with 1:59 to play in the first quarter, it seemed that the Scots would be forced to regroup at halftime. Fortunately for them, stout defense and a failed fake punt by the Panthers led to a 1 yard plunge by Fountain into the end zone and the Scots were finally on the board.

During the very next defensive series, with nothing but open space in front of him, a sure "Pick 6" was dropped by #8 Gavin MacFarlane. An opportunity to put the Scots 6 points closer was missed, but nonetheless, a glimmer of optimism began to encompass the Green and Gold.

As the world-famous Highlander Marching Band played and the Homecoming Court was being introduced, in the locker room this reporter was curious as to what was being said.

What words of wisdom was Coach Christensen sharing with his warriors that would motivate them to mount a comeback? What would make this game different than the last? Most importantly, how would the Highlanders emerge and how would they answer the call?

The Scots received the ball in the second half and quickly engineered two lengthy scoring drives to take the lead in the third quarter. RB Cyris Filteo, who averaged 2.5 yards a carry, was starting to see some daylight, but it was defensive starter Marcus Selzler in at fullback who added the Scot's 2nd touchdown of the game - another 1 yard dive across the goal line that took several would-be tacklers along for a ride.

WR Antonio Stillwell would haul in a 42 yard pass from Fountain and surefooted sophomore kicker Gavin Dalziel would put the Scots up 24 - 21 when he connected on a 22-yard field goal. At that point the momentum had definitely shifted in favor of the Scots and the home crowd erupted with excitement. 

Sophomore kicker Gavin Dalziel sends the game into OT


Snohomish RB Tyler Massena, who left early in the game with what appeared to be an ankle injury, emerged in the 4th quarter and led a nine-play, 64-yard scoring drive with six carries that put Snohomish back in front 27-24 with :49 secs. to play.

After 2 back-to-back timeouts by the visitors, meant to "ice" the Sophomore Kicker, Dalziel sent the game into overtime with a clutch 40-yard field goal at the end of regulation.

Eventually Snohomish relied on what could be considered their only offensive weapon of the night to dot the "i" in win when Massena scored his fifth rushing touchdown giving Snohomish a thrilling 33-27 WesCo 3A South victory.

Call it intestinal fortitude, call it bravery, call it courage. Whatever you want to call it, the Shorecrest Scots played one of their best games in a very long time. Down at the half they mounted a comeback like none seen in quite some time. A game that came down to the wire and really could have gone either way.

Be proud Highlanders. Be Highlander Proud!



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Rob Oxford: Camperman

Thursday, September 27, 2018

"Camperman" Joe
Sketch by one of the regulars at the Kaffeeklatsch
where Joe enjoyed his coffee
By Rob Oxford

Nearly 20 years ago we moved into the home we currently occupy and if truth be told, we have no plans of ever leaving. 

I often say that when the time comes "they'll be carrying me out of here in a pine box" or whatever it is they make coffins of these days.

At the end of our street there once stood what I considered to be a dilapidated old shack. It was, however, a home. A home that at one time hosted family get together's and holiday dinners. It had seen children off to school and welcomed them back home. 

Unfortunately, for whatever reason, it was now a dilapidated old shack. So dilapidated in fact that its current owner lived outside... in a tent.

Overgrown with trees and brush, I am assured that it had seen much better days. In fact longtime residents of our neighborhood recall it as being a quaint little place with flower beds and a lawn that needed regular cuttings.

Sadly it now needed more love and attention than anyone could possibly provide. A prime piece of real estate, I am certain offers to purchase this corner lot were constantly being made.

To me, although I am now somewhat embarrassed to admit, it was an eyesore. New families were moving into our neighborhood all the time. There were newlyweds buying their "starter" homes, bachelors looking for "fixer uppers" as well as retired couples enjoying their twilight years.

On an given weekend, weather permitting, I'd find myself running to the nursery for flowers, plants or beauty bark. Each time I had to drive by that dilapidated old shack and each time "Camperman" would be sitting outside at a tiny card table with only one chair. "Camperman" is what my sons called him. After all, he "camped" outside... all year long.

At first I would act like I didn't see him. I would avoid eye contact pretending to be looking for something on the dash of my truck or on the seat beside me. Other times when I was wearing sunglasses, I was able to sneak a peak. Camperman on the other hand wasn't as inconspicuous, he was always watching.

As the years went by I started feeling more guilty for not waving as I passed by his home. Especially as my sons got older and became more curious about "Camperman." I wasn't sure how to respond. He was an odd fellow with a long white beard and long hair that stuck out from under his knit hat. He wore dark glasses, an overcoat, rolled his own and as far as I could tell, his only crime was he lived in a tent on property he owned...

One afternoon, I decided I couldn't hide from him any longer. He was a part of our community and belonged in our neighborhood. So, I purposely pulled up in front of his house (tent), introduced myself and immediately realized I had made the right choice.

His name was Joe and it turns out he knew more about me than I about him. He knew my wife and I walked our boys to school almost every day. He knew I worked at a radio station. He knew where I lived and he seemed to know that in ignoring his earlier attempts to be cordial, I meant him no disrespect.

From that day forward I would look for Joe as I drove past his home. I would slow to a crawl in order to give him a friendly wave, sometimes rolling my window down to say hello and he would always ask "How are those boys doing?" Eventually I started seeing him in other parts of the city and he would greet me with his hearty hello. Sometimes I would offer him a ride and on all but one occasion he said "No thank you".

The man I met that day was nothing like the man I had envisioned him to be. He was talkative, warm, funny, bright and had a smile a mile wide. His hands were rough but gentle to the shake and I was honored to have made a new friend. Although I was sorry it took so long.

While writing this "Ode to Joe", my wife reminded me that we put together a care package for Joe one Christmas. I had completely forgotten. It contained a flashlight with extra batteries, hand warmers, some candy, peaches, apples and pickles that my wife had canned, as well as an assortment of other little goodies that any man living in a tent would appreciate. Each item individually wrapped in colorful Christmas wrapping and placed in a basket near his tent. We never heard whether or not he liked his Christmas Gifts and it didn't matter, we liked giving them to him.

One day I heard Joe was ill and that he may not be coming home. That night I prayed and I didn't pray all that often. When he eventually passed I was sad. I would no longer have the opportunity to wave at our "Camperman". I would no longer see him walking about town. He would no longer ask "how are those boys?"

A memorial was held for Joe at the Kaffeeklatsch on Lake City Way, a place he would visit every day. I took my wife and sons. We heard stories about Joe and met his nephew, the only family member in attendance. 

Owner Annette told me Joe would come there for coffee and chess. She said he was a hoarder, but said so with a smile. She had just opened her little coffee shop and occasionally asked Joe if he had this or that, to which he would reply "Yes, I have 3 of them". The next day he would have only 2.

There now sits a beautiful two story home where Joe's "dilapidated old shack" once stood. But before Joe's things were cleared out and the property was sold, I went and had a look around. I wanted something of Joe's to remember him by and I found it.

Hanging from a tree was a wind chime of pink flamingo's. It was perfect! I carefully took it down and today it hangs from the arbor that decorates our front walk.

I will never forget you, Joe Patrykus. Nor will I ever forget the lesson you not only taught my sons, but their father as well.

Everyone deserves respect, everyone deserves love and you certainly can't judge a "Camperman" by the tent in which he chooses to live.



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Rob Oxford: Gearing Up for the Rotary Cup

Friday, September 21, 2018

Presentation of the 2017 Rotary Cup
Photo by Rob Oxford


Text and photos by Rob Oxford

If you've not yet made plans for Friday Night September 21st, might I suggest bundling up, bringing a seat cushion and joining your fellow Shoreline residents for what is sure to be an exciting Rotary Cup match up at Shoreline Stadium.

Although it comes only halfway through the high school football season, to the coaches and athletes who play in it, the Rotary Cup can be the distinction between a successful or unsuccessful season.

A "winning" season, one whose wins outnumber losses, can mean little to a player whose team lost the Rotary Cup to a group of friends he's known since Little League. Many of our young athletes grew up as teammates playing Richmond Junior Football together and knew then they would one day be on opposing sidelines. For those players, that day is September 21st.

King TV5's Chris Egan interviewing players for last year's
Big Game of the Week. Local voters made this game the Game
of the Week as well - a new tradition.
Photo by Rob Oxford

Shorewood will host this year, which means their blow up Thunderbird will loom large in the south end zone and although the game is referred to as a "friendly rivalry," make no mistake that once the ball is kicked, for the following 48 minutes the 'friendliness" between these players will be suspended.

The same can also be said for those in the stands. Relatives, former neighbors, work associates and in some cases former classmates all choose a side and the pleasantries between them are kept to a minimum.

The Rotary Cup has significance in that it brings our community together. It will be without a doubt the single largest gathering in Shoreline all year. So if you don't come early or have someone save you a seat, you may find yourself sitting on the "wrong side of the tracks".

The Rotary Cup is a tradition very few communities enjoy. Before the game old friends reminisce, cheerleaders from both teams take selfies with each other and at halftime, both marching bands take the field together to perform and always dazzle those in attendance.

Athletic Director Don Dalziel and photographer
Rod Mar getting ready to take the "family portrait"
The flag teams will perform their routines and when he's not on assignment, former Shorecrest Grad and Seahawk Staff Photographer Rod Mar shoots the entire crowd from high above his lofty perch. Even Big Otis and the Shorewood mascot "T-Bird" will briefly go toe to toe to the delight of their respective fans.

Thanks to the Shorewood and Shorecrest fans who have been voting all week via the station's website, once again the big game will be featured this Friday Night as KING 5's "Game Of The Week." 
Last year KING 5's Chris Egan covered the game and much to the chagrin of T-Bird fans, showed off his legs in a Gordon Plaid kilt. It is possible that this year he may come to Shoreline Stadium in feathers of blue and green?

16 of the last 18 Rotary Cups have been won by the Shorecrest Scots and despite their desire to keep the trophy on the east side of I-5, as we speak the Thunderbird coaching staff are busily devising a plan to spoil those intentions. Both teams have winning records at this point in the season.

The Scots are undefeated at 3 - 0 and the T-Birds are 2 - 1, so it would be safe to say this may turn out to be one of the better games in quite a while. Last years 42 - 22 blowout by the Scots left a bad taste in the mouths of T-Bird fans and having won only 13 of the 48 games played in the series, Shorewood looks to exact a little revenge.

This friends is what we love about football. When the final buzzer sounds, with the exception of some good-natured ribbing, hands are shaken, backs are patted and we all slowly make our way out the gate together .... once again united as the Community of Shoreline.



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It's football season - so time to get ready for basketball - Feeder Program

Saturday, September 8, 2018

By Rob Oxford

Another school year is upon us and although the football season has only just begun, many of our young athletes are already focused on the upcoming basketball season.

Back in August we introduced you to Shorecrest's new Basketball Coach, Eddie George. When I tell you he is excited for his first season as the Head of Highlander Hoops, I mean it with all sincerity. 

Coach George brings years of experience as a player and coach, having spent time playing in the ABA, CBA, and Overseas. After spending the past seven years coaching AAU and high school basketball, the Shoreline School District was successful in recruiting this highly sought after addition to their coaching staff.

At a mini-camp held during the Summer, returning players shared with this reporter their enthusiasm at the direction in which they feel the program is headed and the new coach's approach to the game of basketball. Junior Guard Jack Sims is encouraged about the prospect of a much "faster paced game" under Coach George. Jack admits that with the recent graduation of such standouts as Chris Lee and Phillip Pepple, the Scots will need to develop a more balanced attack on the court. He welcomes what he calls a "new perspective" under Coach George and "new play styles" that will enhance the Highlanders offensive attack.

Those who know him more intimately admit that Coach George is hard but fair. He demands excellence, is a tireless worker and expects the same of his players. "Feeder" basketball, which is very important to Coach George, allows younger players to compete against other schools in WesCo that they will ultimately be facing at the high school level.

The Shorecrest Feeder program is no longer affiliated in any way with the Shoreline Sports Foundation which previously ran the program and although district rules forbid Coach George from involvement with the program directly, he has put together an all star cast of trainers and coaches to help express and implement his coaching philosophy.

Longtime Shoreline sports enthusiasts will be familiar with Coach (“Sgt.”) Mike Lawson, an experienced trainer who has worked with local as well as many NBA players. Mike is an award-winning coach for North City youth basketball and currently serves as a strength coach for several colleges and high schools. He played basketball overseas as well as in an NBA summer league in 1996. Mike created the Sonics 4 on the Floor outdoor tournament for the Seattle Supersonics and helped run the Supersonic kids summer camps. He was with the Seattle Reign (women's pro basketball) as well as with the Seattle Storm for many years where he has two championships as a practice player.

Coach Mike welcomes and encourages parents and older siblings alike to reach out with questions or concerns, to just say hello and to see how they themselves can get involved to support our young student athletes. More information on Coach Mike HERE.

If you missed the article on Coach George posted in August, a link to that story is available HERE

Important dates and registration information for Shorecrest Feeder Basketball:

STUDENT TRYOUTS -
  • 5th Grade: October 1st and October 3rd, 6:30 - 7:45pm – Shorecrest High School (Coaches Alex Hofstrand and Connor Hyppa)
  • 6th Grade: October 1st and October 3rd, 7:45-9:00pm – Shorecrest High School (Coach Gordon Stephenson)
  • 7th Grade: October 2nd and October 4th, 6:30-7:45pm – Kellogg Middle School (Coaches Marris Jones and Roger Dyksterhuis)
  • 8th Grade: October 2nd and October 4th, 7:45-9:00pm – Kellogg Middle School (Coach Bill Homann)
Tryouts are free and all interested students are encouraged to attend whether they have played competitively in the past or not. Bring a friend and help recruit new players to the game of basketball!

Registration forms will be available at the first practice but must be filled out completely before your child takes the court.

For additional questions before or after tryouts or to request a registration form in advance, you can email Coach Mike.



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Rob Oxford: It's only "stuff"

Saturday, September 1, 2018

Lois and Roger on their wedding day
65 years ago
By Rob Oxford

I have mentioned before that I am admittedly a collector of things. But as a once dear friend suggested not so long ago, "it's only stuff", material items I can certainly live without. Although certainly true, what I'd rather not live without are the memories of how some of these things were acquired.

I recently traveled to Regina, Saskatchewan for my Aunt and Uncle's 65th wedding anniversary. 65 years, isn't that amazing? It was a very special celebration as I'd not seen some of the relatives in attendance for 40 years or more. 

My Aunt Lois, who is my Mother's older sister, has been everything I had hoped my Mother could have been. She has been a Grandmother to my children, an aunt, a friend, a mentor, a confidant, a role model and at times the mother I've not had for many years.

I've always admired her frankness, her strength, her honesty, her love for her family, her sense of humor and even her criticism. It has helped me become the man I am today. So I am indeed proud. Proud that my Aunt has been able to witness my growth from a lost 20 year old who didn't know how to face his own Mother's pending demise, into a nephew who is ready to bid her farewell if and when that time should come.

Health issues have prevented Gramma "Lolo" and Uncle "Raja" (Roger) from visiting the states for quite some time, so traveling to Regina was almost a necessity. The fact of the matter is, I'm not sure how many more chances I'll have to visit them, but I hope it is many.

Lois and Roger 65 years later
I mentioned my Aunt's frankness and at 89 years old, she has become quite frank and even jovial about her eventual demise. That too is something for which I admire her. When my Father was ill and living his last days at his home in Arizona, my Aunt and Uncle spent many months caring for him and tending to his estate. When he finally passed, knowing they were with him and that he was comfortable is something for which I will be eternally grateful.

Furthermore, they were extremely helpful in making sure my brothers and I received the things of my Father's that meant the most to each of us. Thankfully this dividing up of his material belongings was a very simple and respectful procedure, and everyone knows that is not always the case.

So it wasn't the least bit surprising when my Aunt began setting her beloved crystal on the the dining room table one afternoon. Pieces she had inherited, purchased and been given over the years. At first I wasn't sure what was taking place, but she was "crystal" clear about what she had wanted to do all along.

She then sat in her chair and started tearing little scraps of paper and writing numbers on them. These were then to be placed in a bowl and all who wanted to participate were instructed to choose one of the pieces of paper. I picked number 8. 

She then told her gathered family that in numerical order, we were to choose an item from her collection that we would like to take home. It seemed odd at first to be selecting these items while their owner was standing there smiling, still very much alive. But this very special lady explained that she wanted to know who was receiving these treasures and who would be enjoying them long after she had gone.

It was a very special moment indeed and when it was my turn, I chose two beautiful pieces that I thought my wife would enjoy and two beautiful pieces that will always remind me of my "Auntie" Lois and what a fantastic family I was fortunate to have been a part of for so many years.

My reasons for writing this particular article are twofold. First to selfishly pay tribute to a woman who has made a lasting impression on this writer's life and secondly, to share with anyone facing the eventual passing of a loved one, a better way to negotiate the sometimes difficult task of dividing cherished possessions.

After all, "it's only stuff".



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Rob Oxford: Are you ready for some football?

Wednesday, August 1, 2018

The Richmond Bulldogs


Text and Photos by Rob Oxford


As the youngest child, my father and I often struggled for things on which we could connect emotionally. He was an Army Veteran who served in Vietnam and was born in 1920. He didn't like to talk about his years in the service and I was too young to care about what it was like growing up in Houston, Texas during The Great Depression. Thankfully, we had Audie Murphy, John Wayne and the NFL.

My Dad introduced me to some of the greatest Westerns and War Movies ever filmed. "The Green Berets," "The Dirty Dozen," "Kelly's Heroes," "The Magnificent Seven," and "The Cowboys," the latter of which I saw at an actual Drive-In. He also introduced me to those "other" Cowboys.

Although born outside Houston, home of the Oiler's, my Dad was a Dallas Cowboy fan. Today you can argue whether or not they deserve to be called "America's Team," but back in the 70's there was no question and Cowboy Football was something we looked forward to watching together each and every Sunday.

Although his physical health prevented us from playing a lot of catch, I do remember a few occasions when we would toss the ol' pigskin. Having moved to Texas from New York the summer after 6th grade, I missed out on playing Pop Warner (the Texas version of Junior Football), so my first introduction to the sport was in 7th Grade.

 Jersey signed by Husky Running Back Myles Gaskin

How badly I wanted to be a Grapevine Middle School Pony. My brother was already a Mustang (the high school equivalent) and he was good. He was really good. The problem was most of the kids in my school had been playing on organized teams for years already. After all, this was Texas! Sadly, it wasn't until my Junior and Senior year in high school that I started to understand exactly what it took to be a good player.

Fast forward 30 years. I now have two boys of my own and they are showing an interest in football. I began thinking of what it meant to be a member of that special fraternity. I thought about the friends I made on that 7th grade team (Larry Wilson, Jeff Harper, Mason Hemphill, and Mike McClendon) who are still my friends today.

I thought about the dedication and discipline one needed to have to endure Two-A-Days in the Texas heat during the months of August and September. I thought about getting knocked down and getting back up. I thought about the pride I felt when wearing my jersey during class on game days. I thought about the respect I had for my coaches and teammates while going into battle together. Finally, I thought about the cheerleaders of course.

This was something I wanted for my boys.

After doing some research, my wife and I decided we would sign our oldest up for Richmond Junior Football. There are obviously other programs in the area, but Richmond by far had received the highest marks from those whom we had contacted. Established in 1958, the volunteers and coaches we met at the first parent meeting had exactly the same goals and aspirations we were hoping we would find. This would be more about introducing our son to the game of football and developing the right attitude and skills, than it would be about winning. Yes we all want to win, but without the right attitude no one is a winner.

President Mike Weber and Vice President Lev Arakelyan


Like most introductory sports programs Richmond is a 501c3 charity organization that relies solely on parental support. From the Board of Directors headed by Michael Weber, himself a former Richmond Bulldog, to the coaches, players, concession stand volunteers, field staff, cheerleaders and cheer coaches, Richmond Football is a family. No more so today than it was when Michael's Dad Bill was President from 2001 to 2011. Back then if you had been watching closely, you might have seen a young player by the name of Myles Gaskin (Washington Huskies) scoring touchdown after touchdown.

It's true that today there are valid concerns surrounding the sport of football. The greatest of these and rightly so, is the risk of CTE (Chronic Traumatic Encephalopathy).

The good news is that Richmond Football is actively working to reduce the chances of CTE. Not only are all Richmond Coaches certified by USA Football, a highly respected organization itself, but they are discouraged from telling players to "put a hat on 'em" or "plant your face mask in his numbers." -terms that 30 years ago were heard at every practice and screamed from every sideline.

The focus today is on a safe and low risk approach to football. No less physical, just smarter. Specifically, the introduction of the "Hawk Tackle" a form of tackling created by the Seattle Seahawks which puts the emphasis on using the shoulder. Thus keeping the head out of the equation entirely.

Although I am the unofficial "President" of the Highlander Football Gridiron Group at Shorecrest H.S., it is not my intention to convince you to let your child play football. That is entirely your decision and yours alone.

However, I would be doing a disservice to myself and possibly to you if I didn't tell you that a recent 2018 Graduate of Shorecrest, who at age 11 wasn't sure he even wanted to play football, received an award for the Most Improved Player on his team and a Left Tackle Honorable Mention nod from Wesco (the league in which Shorecrest is a member). That young man will always have those memories and so will his father who never missed a game.

Scholarships are available to interested families and gear checkout is August 6th. Find more information about Richmond Junior Football here.

Go Bulldogs!


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Destinations: Rob Oxford: Camping Close To Home Vol. 1

Sunday, July 22, 2018

The KOA Office at Baycenter, WA
Camping Close To Home Vol. 1

Text and photos by Rob Oxford

Exactly 2 hours and 40 minutes south of Seattle there's a little place we consider to be one of our favorite getaways. Whether for a weekend or longer, visiting Willapa Bay, specifically the KOA in Baycenter, always proves to be a worthwhile escape.

For years our family has been visiting this well kept campground on the Washington Coast and each time we begin packing up our gear for the journey home, we wish we could stay just one or two more nights.

Now there are many ways to "camp" and many places in this great state to do so. For The Oxfords camping is a ritual. From the detailed list my wife begins compiling weeks before our departure, ensuring that while away we'll have all of the comforts of home, to the household chores I insist must be completed prior. Our family has camping down to a science.

Taylor and Robbie racing on rented 3-wheelers

First, one must begin by choosing the direction in which you plan to travel. Next is deciding on whether or not you'll actually be "camping." That is to say "roughing it." For the traditionalist this requires sleeping in a tent, usually at a slight angle and always on a bed of pine cones or an occasional tree root. Anything less is unacceptable. However, the back of a van is sometimes permissible.

Others may choose a more comfortable way of communing with nature. Some call this "Glamping," which until recently is a term with which I was unfamiliar. I suppose the name is derived from the assumption that relying on a 5th Wheel Trailer, RV or Cabin is more "glamorous" than tent camping. This indeed may be true.

Baycenter, WA
Regardless however, I encourage you to seize an opportunity to drag the kids away from the video games and get out and explore this home we affectionately call the Great Northwest.

Now some people simply don't like to camp. They may prefer resort hotels, cruise ships or "staycations" and that's perfectly all right. It's not for everyone... thank goodness. Otherwise, I'd never be able to make a reservation and that is something on which I insist.

I remember as a child we'd pack up the car and just "take off" and when my Dad got tired of driving, we'd find a campsite. Although in some cases this is still possible, not all campgrounds (usually State or Federal) allow this convenience.

I much prefer having a spot reserved -- one I've either stayed in before or one I've investigated thoroughly. Being sandwiched between two giant motorhomes can spoil an outing rather quickly. This has happened in the past and to be honest, sleeping with generators running on both sides of you all night is not the best way to enjoy the "sounds of nature." Thankfully, most campgrounds have areas designated specifically for tent camping and RV'ing.

We have a pop-up trailer that has served us well for many years, but because this was going to be a short three day trip, we decided to rent a Yurt. This particular KOA has a few comfortable little cabins which we've also rented in the past, but the Yurts are a welcome new addition.

Rob digging for clams for dinner
We first chose Baycenter in order to try our luck at clamming. The entire family loves seafood and Willapa Bay is best known for its fresh oysters and shellfish. Ken and Iris Shupe own and operate the Baycenter KOA and they'll tell you when checking in that the WiFi is "spotty." At this your teenagers will probably groan, but soon they'll forget all about Facebook Status Updates. 

The clamming is rather easy and for a minimal fee, if you didn't bring your own, clam buckets and rakes can be rented. Ken and Iris are also happy to provide a lesson in Clamming 101 for those first timers and a short trip to the beach at low tide can provide an ample supply of steamers for dinner. Yum!

For the younger campers, the Shupes have been steadily providing more and more activities in the eight years they been running the Baycenter KOA. RC cars and a delightful track on which to race them is a new addition since our last stay. As is the ice cream shoppe, volleyball court, and scavenger hunt. The store is open year round and is well stocked with a variety of essentials for campers and locals alike.

The Baycenter KOA also has a game room, but you no longer need quarters. This game room provides only the classics like checkers, chess, Battleship and Candyland. A welcome return to the basics of family fun.

If you do find that the little natives are getting a bit too restless or if you feel the need to stimulate the local economy further, 30 minutes away is Long Beach where you'll find lots of restaurants, gift shops, activities for the kids and the World's Longest Beach on which to stroll.

The campground is protected by Gnomeland Security


Finally, rest assured that while staying at the Baycenter KOA, your family is safe and secure. Protection is provided by Gnomeland Security.


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Rob Oxford: Meet Eddie George, the new face of Highlander Hoops

Tuesday, July 10, 2018

Coach Eddie George
Text and photos by Rob Oxford

When Shorecrest High School's Head Basketball Coach Brian Fischer announced his retirement at the end of last season, it took many loyal fans, former alumni and some of next year's athletes by surprise.

After all, 12 years of competitive basketball, including many district and state playoff births had been quite the accomplishment.

As a matter of fact, some will say "them are some mighty big Chuck's to fill," but nobody wears Chuck Taylor's anymore. That is unless you're in a rock band.

One of the most difficult, but rewarding things to do in life is accept a new challenge and approach it with the type of zeal that this 46 year old Head Coach, Husband and Father possesses.

Devean George (former L.A Laker)
Meet Eddie George.

The new Head Coach for the Shorecrest Scots is a self-described "student of the game". He simply loves basketball and refers to himself as a "player's coach" with years of experience at the highest level.

Originally from The Gopher State, the Land of 10,000 Lakes (Minnesota), Eddie spent time in the ABA, CBA, and played in Europe. He was offered a tryout with the World Famous Harlem Globetrotters. He has coached AAU and high school basketball for the past 7 years.

He is also of championship blood. His brother Devean spent 11 years in the NBA, winning 3 world championships with the L.A. Lakers. Yes, THE Phil Jackson/Kobe Bryant Lakers.

I had the pleasure of speaking with Coach George after a recent mini camp he held at the Shorecrest Gym and to say I am excited for next season would be an understatement of major proportions.

The first thing that impressed me, other than his overall enthusiasm at being the school's newest Highlander, was revealing that although he had been offered other head coaching jobs (this being his first) he accepted the position at Shorecrest because he sincerely felt he could "make a difference".

He also informed me that the decision wasn't just his alone. His wife and 3 daughters, were all part of the process. A shining example that Eddie is all about family.

Asking a coach about his coaching "philosophy" can be one of those interview killers. One of those questions that every interviewer asks when they have nothing else to ask. Somewhat similar to "who's your favorite player?"

Instead I asked Eddie if he thought it was important for a player to like his coach? I'm not sure if he was prepared for me to take that specific angle, but without hesitation he replied with what I considered his "philosophy".

"If a player knows you have their back on and off the court, they'll do anything for you and if they see that you're in control, they'll be in control. I want my players to learn from their mistakes and grow mentally as well as physically. I want them to be confident and to know that I am always available for them. I want them to know they can reach out to me for whatever reason."

As far as what can be expected from Coach George come game time next season? He realizes that each player is different and that each has a specific set of skills.

He informed me that Scots Basketball fans will be seeing something completely different next year. The focus will be on "Sets" or "Plays" that cater to the particular skills of those players executing them. Conditioning will also be a huge part of next years program. 

Sgt. Mike and Coach George
in a training exercise
At his disposal,Coach has one of the most qualified trainers in the sport. "The Sarge" Mike Lawson, has spent years working with college and pro athletes locally and around the world and is dedicated to helping them optimize their individual performance.

I can't wait for you to meet the newest addition to the Highlander Family and I encourage you, whether you have a son (or daughter) playing high school sports or not, to get involved. This is our community. These kids are our future.

When asked what would determine a successful first year as Head Coach at Shorecrest, Eddie replied,

"did the players learn anything about themselves and the game, were they able to grasp the concept of having a selfless attitude and did they enjoy the camaraderie of being teammates?"

The losses don't matter and the wins will come.

The last thing Coach George said to me before we shook hands and parted ways was probably the most encouraging.

"We're not going to be good any longer, we're going to be great" Coach Eddie George.

Correction: Second photo is Coach George's brother, Devean George (former L.A Laker)

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Rob Oxford: Enough Already!

Sunday, July 1, 2018

Rob Oxford at his radio gig
By Rob Oxford

Over the past several weeks I've tried my best to write an article that I had hoped would say exactly what it is I have been feeling for quite some time, but honestly until now I was unable to find the words. It has been my goal to try and contribute an article to the paper every week or two, but recently my mind has been filled with nothing but garbage.

Just yesterday I submitted a piece that for the first time ever, was rejected by my Editor and quite frankly, it's because it was crap. I had tried too hard not to offend. I had tried to walk the fence. I was being untrue to myself and my feelings and my Editor knew it.

The one exception to all the political chaos that has consumed me lately, is the joy I experience watching my eldest son graduate from high school. Other than that, the past several months have been nothing but a constant struggle to try and decipher fact from fiction and truth from lies.

You can believe wholeheartedly in the message that the President and his party are trying to deliver. You can be Pro-Life. You can believe in "America First". You can believe we have an immigration problem. You can believe we are overtaxed. You can believe a business should have the right to refuse service to anyone. You can even believe Barrack Obama is a Muslim, born in Africa who still wants to take away your guns.

Furthermore you can choose to believe that all 19 women who have accused Mr. Trump of sexual misconduct are lying, you can choose to believe that his promise to reveal his taxes is of no consequence. You can believe he knows more than his Generals. You can also believe the Justice Department of the United States of America is made up of incompetent fools. 

This is America -- you can believe whatever you want. But in this writer's humble opinion, what you can't possibly believe is that the way your message is currently being disseminated is what is best for future generations.

I think we can all agree that we are "living in uncertain times". It's an expression I've heard used on many occasions and one whose origin I tried to research, but for the most part was unsuccessful. I've also heard, "things ain't what they used to be" and "we're not in Kansas anymore", the latter of course usually in an attempt to be humorous. But it's true, we aren't in Kansas.

If we were I'm almost certain my particular style of writing would be most unwelcome. Finally, "The Times They Are A Changing". There's another one. Immortalized in a 1964 song by the great Bob Dylan. Indeed the times they are changing and I fear currently anyway, not for the better.

If my parents were alive today, they may argue that the 50's, 60's and 70's were equally if not more chaotic. Wars were being fought, the threat of nuclear annihilation, the struggle for civil rights was ongoing, women were being liberated, affirmative action was being introduced into the workplace and the hippie movement was exhibiting "free love". All of which at least in hindsight, seemed to be an effort to better society as a whole. But my parents may also argue that for the most part, citizens were still able to engage in civil discourse.

Recently the question of civility has been raised by the media as well as the current administration. What is civility and what happened to politely agreeing to disagree? Civility is the action of working together productively to reach a common goal, and often with beneficent purposes. Some definitions conflate civility with politeness, which suggests disengaging with others so as not to offend. Maybe we should practice a little more of that ..."disengaging", ...but then again how will I ever get in the last word if I just disengage?

At age 16, this country's first President had copied by hand 110 rules of civility, found here.

Although by today's standards many of these rules seem outdated, as the link suggests, "they are the small sacrifices that we should all be willing to make for the good of all and the sake of living together."

My parents refused to talk politics, even with their children. Today it's different. Today politics are on everyone's mind and being discussed everywhere. At the checkout stand, at the gas pump, in the workplace, at the ballgame and yes... online, most certainly online.

For some reason we all, including myself, feel more emboldened. We feel entitled to say whatever we're feeling without fear of consequence and we say it with little or no facts to guide us. We feel less apprehensive about hurting someone's feelings because that is the example we are now being shown. We are being told that everything we hear with which we don't agree, is "Fake News".

The fact that a comedian can be vilified in the press for insulting a public figure during a private function, which is essentially part of their job description, and then that very same public figure can go on national television and somehow defend a number of similar actions taken by her employer is beyond belief.

Social media has provided us some wonderful tools like the ability to share stories, news and pictures with relatives halfway across the world. Funny memes intended to brighten someone's day and video clips of bands we haven't thought about in years, and it's enabled some to rekindle romances left flickering since college.

But unfortunately, by allowing false statements, disinformation and conjecture to be spread world wide at breakneck speed, it's also caused friendships to end and has left some families less likely to exchange Christmas cards next season. By the way, I hope you noticed that I didn't "try to get rid of the word Christmas."

I realize I'm not going to convince anyone to see my point of view by being uncivil. In fact I'm not going to convince anyone to see my point of view by being civil either. Only through mutual respect and compassion will I have an opportunity to set an example and share my message.

But while it seems to be the current word d'jour, maybe we can all try a little harder to practice more "civility". After all, doesn't each of us truly want the same things, health, happiness, love, peace and the Mariners to finally win a World Series?



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