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Rob Oxford: A worthy cause

Tuesday, June 4, 2019

Shoreline student Tyrese Fountain, 13
By Rob Oxford

Open Facebook any day of the week and you’ll most likely find friends or family members courageously attempting to raise money for some sort of charity or specific individual in need. I say “courageously” because it takes a great deal of courage to ask others for financial assistance. There can be a stigma attached to not being able to adequately provide for oneself or family.

A post or request may begin something like: “For my Birthday this year I’m asking for donations to ______________ (fill in the blank). Thankfully, the majority of these requests are for legitimate organizations. Places like pet shelters, animal rehabilitation centers, children’s hospitals or diabetes research. For reasons sometimes revealed in the request itself, the specific organization may be near and dear to the organizer's heart.

Giving of one’s time and resources in pursuit of nobility is admirable. Quite often those things which we desire are selfish in nature, but that in and of itself is… nature. Fortunately, the satisfaction one receives from doing charitable work can be spiritually fulfilling.

Tyrese Fountain in Children's
after brain surgery

Crowdsourcing and GoFundMe campaigns have become increasingly popular and more often than not greatly benefit well-deserving individuals. However, for a while there seemed to be a rash of “students” asking for help paying off their college loans or “needy” individuals wanting to scratch that trip to Europe off their “Bucket List”. I remember one person recently wanting to “rent” Dave Grohl of the band Foo Fighters for a weekend. I’ve also seen parents wanting financial assistance for no other reason than to help pay for a family trip to Disneyland.

Quite frankly I’ve seen it all. Requests for funds to purchase breast enhancement surgeries, a big screen tv to watch the Super Bowl, a new car “so I can get to work in style”, honeymoons and even “Beer and Smokes”. Yes, some guy literally wanted a bunch of strangers to pay for the advancement of his alcoholism and eventual cancer.

Many of these types of requests get ignored and rightly so. It would thoroughly disturb me to find out that anyone had an extra $20 to help fund the new wardrobe for a recent high school graduate as they prepare to "search" for employment. I have an idea, find a job and then... buy your own clothes.

One of my Mother’s favorite quotes was “there but for the grace of God go I.” I prefer to put it in less religious terms. At any given moment each of us could be affected by an unexpected or unforeseen tragedy. Despite our best efforts to prepare, by no fault of our own, sometimes we become victims of circumstance. It can be overwhelming. It is then that we need to know our village is ready to help.

Such was the case for some friends of mine recently. A Shoreline family I’ve had the pleasure of knowing for about 10 years. Our sons attend school together. I coached junior football with Dad (who has been facing his own health issues) and Mom who when she’s not working, does what she can to support the local community and high school.

A couple of weeks ago their 13-year-old son began suffering from headaches. Those headaches became seizures and he was rushed to Children’s Hospital where he underwent what can only be considered life-saving, emergency brain surgery.

You don’t need an online newspaper columnist to tell you how quickly bills for such a procedure can accumulate.

In order for the family to spend as much time at the hospital as possible, overseeing and assisting in his recovery, a fund was started on their behalf and in only a few days contributions from all over the United States came pouring in. Friends and strangers who had never met this family donated what they could. 

Myles Gaskin with Tyrese in happier days
Myles was coached by Tyrese's father
My friend Roger Earl of the band Foghat made a donation as did former Washington Husky and current Miami Dolphin Myles Gaskin, who played junior football on a team coached by this young man's father. For some the donation was $100, for others $20 and in some cases, $5. Regardless of the amount, the fact of the matter remains that when help was needed, help was given.

Understandably it is impossible to donate to every worthy charity or person who may need financial assistance, but witnessing this type of generosity, especially for a family I know personally, has been uplifting.

Although the prognosis for recovery is excellent and he was recently removed from a ventilator, this teenager faces many months of rehabilitation. Until then, Mom and Dad will be spending much of their time at the hospital.

Again, we can't always contribute to every "worthy cause" that may pop-up on our Facebook newsfeed, but I would encourage you to remember that some day... it may very well be you who needs help from your village. 1,000 or more friends choosing to buy one less double tall mocha and instead help a young man in his recovery? You do the math.

If you feel so inclined, cash donations are still being accepted via the following Facebook link.

Other ways to help the family are here - with a "meal train" or gift cards for Children’s.

On behalf of this family and many others just like them..

Thank you




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Rob Oxford: a personal Memorial Day

Monday, May 27, 2019

S. Sgt. Dennis W. Anderson (Vietnam 1965)


By Rob Oxford

Although first observed in the town of Waterloo, N.Y. on May 5, 1866 – only a year after the end of the Civil War, Memorial Day didn’t become a National Holiday until 1971.

Because it was one of the first communities to host an annual, community-wide event, during which businesses closed and residents decorated the graves of soldiers with flowers and flags, 100 years later in 1966, Waterloo would be designated by the federal government as the official birthplace of “Memorial Day”.

Honoring each of our Military Veterans is of course unquestionably essential, but Memorial Day is meant to specifically honor those who paid the ultimate sacrifice while still serving in the United States Armed Forces.

S Sgt. Dennis W. Anderson
The “Ultimate Sacrifice”. The words seem so easily said, but for my friend Danette Anderson Thompson, so much more than mere words. Danette is, of course, not alone.

Approximately 58,209 Americans died during the Vietnam conflict. I mention Vietnam specifically because that’s where my father served and where Danette’s father paid that “ultimate sacrifice.”

Until you actually meet someone who lost a loved one in battle you don’t fully understand the gravity of such a loss. So many stories of husbands, fathers, brothers, sons and in some cases daughters, fighting wars in defense of our freedoms, never to return to their families and loved ones. Such heroism and bravery. 

I was lucky, my father came home from Vietnam. Danette’s father was one of the 58, 209 soldiers who did not.

Although I’d known Danette since high school, I had no idea her father died in Vietnam. The year was 1966 and Danette was 7 ½. While asking her permission to write this article, I couldn’t bring myself to inquire about the particulars of his death. I wanted to know and she probably would have told me all she knew, but I realized before asking, the where and how wasn’t important.

Dennis W. Anderson Jr. receiving his father's Bronze Star
What was important was that Dec 11, 1966, just two weeks before Christmas, 30-year-old SSGT. Dennis W. Anderson, born in Winner, S.D., left behind a wife and four children. One of those children is my friend.

After reconnecting with Danette several years ago, I found out that she was born at Madigan Army Hospital in Tacoma. After returning from Vietnam, my father was in charge of the mess hall at Madigan.

Occasionally my brothers and I would tag along as he went about the business of planning and preparing meals for the officers and enlisted men. 

I distinctly remember how proud and honored I felt when upon entering the base, the guards would salute my father as he passed through.

Had he returned from Vietnam, Danette’s father may very well have been treated to some of my father’s world famous goulash.

Although I’m not certain “treat” is the best word to describe this delicacy comprised of anything leftover in the refrigerator and thrown into a pot to cook?

Danette and her family left Washington State in May of 1969 and moved to Grapevine, TX. where she still resides. As anyone who has gone about the business of starting a career and raising a family can attest, Danette’s ability to visit her father’s gravesite has been limited. For this reason and because Tumwater, where his grave is located, is only 76 miles from my house, a few years ago I decided to pay a visit on her behalf.

S. Sgt. Anderson's gravesite
in Tumwater
After getting up early the Sunday before Memorial Day, I drove to Olympia Memorial Gardens, now called Mills and Mills Memorial Park. It wasn’t something I felt I needed to do; it was something I wanted to do. Not only for my friend Danette, but for myself.

My parents were both cremated and their ashes scattered together per their wishes. There are no graves for me to visit and although many of my relatives are veterans of the military, none paid the ultimate sacrifice.

This was an opportunity to show my respect to the father of a friend and to one of those whom Memorial Day is dedicated. I found Mr. Anderson's grave, said a prayer and thank you, took a couple photos for Danette and left flowers on his family’s behalf.

While there, I imagined myself a 7 ½ year old little girl not being given the chance to say goodbye to my father. I imagined myself having to live the rest of my life with that hole in my heart. The drive home was difficult, but I will be making that drive again this year.

This article is dedicated to the memory of S. Sgt. Dennis W. Anderson, his daughter Danette and the men and women of the United States Armed Forces who for decades have paid the ultimate sacrifice.

Thank you and God Bless You.




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Rob Oxford: Challenge Accepted

Monday, May 13, 2019

Coach Tom assisting one
of his first-year players
Photo by Rob Oxford
By Rob Oxford

The last Saturday in April just happened to be one of those days I look forward to every Spring.

The Shoreline Little League Jamboree and another afternoon calling play by play for the Little League Challenger Division.

Because of scheduling conflicts, I’m not always able to participate, but when I do, being a part of Challenger Baseball is more rewarding than I can possibly express. It literally feeds my soul.

If you’re unfamiliar with the Challenger Division of Little League Baseball, I lifted this quote directly from the League's official website: 

“The Little League Challenger Division was founded in 1989 and is Little League’s adaptive baseball program for individuals with physical or intellectual challenges.”

It would be easy to simply label these athletes as “handicapped,” but spend an afternoon observing them enjoying America's Favorite Pastime and you’ll see very quickly that they are extremely “handy-capable.”

Base hit – On the way to first Base
Photo by Rob Oxford
Some of these players have Autism, some have Down Syndrome, some wear braces and others are confined to wheelchairs, but each is supported by parents, family and friends who want only for them to experience life at its fullest.

This is my fourth or fifth year as the announcer for Challenger Baseball and I must thank Melissa Banker for first inviting me to be involved.

Melissa and I were both members of the Board of Directors for North King County, now Shoreline Little League and her son Bryan played for a team that Melissa coached.

I must fully admit that at first, I accepted her offer because I am an “announcer” by trade and we announcers love to hear our own voices, it’s a fact! 

But after experiencing my first game calling the “action” I was instantly hooked.

Watching these young men and women take center stage for an afternoon warms the heart.

There are normally four teams which compete and each game is two innings. There are no outs or runs recorded and the coaches pitch.

Bryan Banker and his "Challenger Buddy"
Spencer Haddanham-Gibler
Photo by Melissa Banker

But make no mistake, this is baseball.

Just ask Nick Hawley, who refers to himself as “The Son of Baseball” and “The Ladies Man.” 

Nick has Downs and last year had a different nickname, but the same enthusiasm coursing through his veins. 

He loves baseball and he loves to show off. 

From tapping the dirt from his cleats, to twirling the bat before he steps into the batter’s box, to “calling his shot” (pointing to the direction in which he is about to launch the cowhide), Nick is all about the game.

Then there is Evan who asked if he could help me sing the National Anthem prior to the game. 

If you don’t keep your eye on Evan, he’ll steal home… all the way from first base.

Over the years I’ve personally seen the difference competing in this sport has made in some of these athletes. The first year I saw Renae play Challenger baseball, she was a bit shy and reserved. Today she not only hit the ball hard after only a few pitches, but her mile-wide smile was a clear indication to anyone watching that she loves the game.

Challenger Buddy Chace Banker
Photo by Melissa Banker

Many if not most of these kids, and in some cases young adults, have been to a Mariner game. 

They’ve heard the crowd roar for the likes of Ichiro or King Felix and for that reason, they too enjoy hearing their name called. 

That’s where I come in. A few, like Christian, will turn to their adoring fans and yell, “Come on! Cheer for me” if after being called to the plate, the initial response from the crowd doesn’t meet his expectation. After all, this is his big moment.

For the players who have difficulty holding the bat or running the bases, Mom, Dad or oftentimes a brother or sister are there to assist. 

They are an integral part of the game and through their dedication and patience, these kids are afforded the opportunity to enjoy the experience of playing baseball.

We often get so caught up in our own problems and issues that we sometimes forget the difficulties others face. 

Watching one of these players, be they boy or girl, take swing after swing after swing and then finally make contact is phenomenal. 

Even more, it’s inspiring. They simply don't ever give up.

Each and every player on the diamond today deserves special recognition and I wish I could name them all, but instead I’ll provide you with some free advice:

Treasured baseballs autographed
by Challenger players
Photo by Rob Oxford

If you ever find yourself at the sandlot with Coach Tom’s son Brandon and you’re playing the outfield, I’d back up about 20 feet.

Finally, as a hobby I collect autographed baseballs and some of them are signed by Hall of Famers.

Today, I received four autographed baseballs that will now be considered among my most treasured.

Thank you to the coaches, parents and volunteers, who for me personally, make Challenger Baseball the best part of Little League.

And to the SLL Challenger Angels, Rays, Blue Jays and Pirates… let’s Play Ball!


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Rob Oxford: If Not Today, To Maui

Thursday, May 9, 2019

Hawaiian Green Sea Turtles warming themselves in the sun
at Ho’okipa beach

Text and photos by Rob Oxford


“I just flew in (from Hawaii)…”, but unlike radio personality Robert Q. Lewis (who famously coined the phrase),…“my arms aren’t tired”. I am, however, ready to go back and at the time of this writing, it’s only been a week.

This is my second trip to the island of Maui and neither trip would have been possible without the expertise, planning, and generosity of my in-laws. They’ve made Maui a regular destination for the last several years and going with someone who knows the “lay of the land” certainly has its advantages.

As a kid in Texas, our Spring Break destination was always Mexico. Usually Cabo, Cozumel, Puerta Vallarta, Cancun or Matamoros, just across the border from Brownsville, TX. I’ve been everywhere south of the border and I’ve always had a great time. But now, after having experienced the splendor of the 50th State, I see no reason to go anywhere else in search of paradise.

Luau at the Grand Wailea


Our first trip to the island as a family was three years ago and over before we knew it.

Sunset at Lahaina

We tried to do everything, spending more time in our rental car than we probably should have, but there’s just so much to see. Beautiful picturesque beaches, palm trees and lush green hills where sugarcane and pineapple once grew in abundance.

Now, if you’re expecting a history lesson, you’ve clicked on the wrong link. I’ll leave that for the locals who grew up on the island.

Some will have a different perspective on tourism and the growth and development of Maui, but the fact of the matter is “if you leave it as you found it,” none should have a problem with your visiting.

Yes, Hawaii can be expensive. But if you know how to budget, it can also be the trip of a lifetime.

A common first stop for island visitors is the Costco in Kahului. If you’re staying in a B and B or Condominium, stocking up on breakfast, lunch and snack items is essential and will save you money for dinner out at any number of fabulous restaurants.

Because most everything is shipped to the island, items most of us take for granted can be extremely expensive. Running across the street to the little market in Kihei (where we stay) because you ran out of milk, can set you back $8.00 for a half gallon.

Parking lot security at Costco

The Costco is also where you’ll find great deals on beach towels, snorkeling gear (which if you indeed purchase, you’ll need to remember must be carried back with you on the plane) and discounts on everything from luaus to Whale Watching tours. Also, they have the best parking lot security on the island.

Once you have arrived at your home away from home and unpack, the pool or beach is most often your first destination. Make sure you pack your swimsuit last, so it’s easy to find.

After a few days of soaking up the sun and if you have access to a vehicle, you may want to take a drive and head “upcountry” on the Hana Highway.

Just before you reach Ho’okipa Beach you’ll find the famous Mama’s Fish House. Although one of the more expensive restaurants on the island, the food, service and views are why this particular destination is recognized world-wide.

At Ho’okipa itself, you’ll find dozens of Hawaiian Green Sea Turtles warming themselves in the sun and some of the best waves on the Maui coastline.

Kevin Cabrera and Ehukai Awo
Lifeguards at Ho’okipa

A mecca for surfers of all ages since the 1930’s, you’ll also find Kevin Cabrera and Ehukai Awo, two of “Maui’s finest,” constantly on alert for surfers in distress.

A little further up 36 (Hana Highway), the quaint little hamlet of Paia has several interesting shops and is home to Charley’s.

Famous for welcoming many notable musicians to its stage, Charley’s is also where Willie Nelson has breakfast…”eggs over with a side of bacon” when he is staying at his place on the island.

Charley’s is also known to have hosted some pretty interesting celebrity card games in the past.

Paia is also where Pat Simmons Jr. (son of Doobie Brothers co-founder Pat Simmons Sr.) grew up and where he is raising his family.

I was fortunate to hear Pat perform during my recent trip and credit him with explaining to me what it means to “live aloha”.


Pat Simmons, Jr. and son Malu

To reach the artist village of Makawao and somewhere, the well-hidden vacation home of Oprah Winfrey, you’ll need to take Baldwin Ave. or Hwy 390 out of Paia.

There, local artist Sherri Reeve, with her colorful creations, has caught the eye of another island resident, Steven Tyler of Aerosmith.

Famous for his fashion statement, Steven can occasionally be seen wearing some of Sherri’s brightly colored shirts and scarves.

Another must see is Haleakala National Park. 10,000 feet above sea level, the crater is famous for its breathtaking views, especially at sunrise.

Although the drive is manageable on your own, there are several companies that offer tours complete with hotel pickup, drop off and breakfast at the famous Kula Lodge. For the more adventurous, cycling down the mountain is also an option provided by several tour companies.

Snorkeling with Triggerfish

Before deciding to take the “Road To Hana,” one must understand that most of the stories are true.

The road is narrow and winding, and those who travel it daily have very little patience for the “Malihini” or tourist, wanting to soak up every single nuance of the upcountry.

Most of these people are NOT on vacation and after a long day at work, simply want to get home to their families.

That of course is understandable, but the “Road” offers a view into Hawaiian life not seen from the beach towns of Kihei or Lahaina.

The roadside stands of fresh fruit and flowers, the Bamboo Forest or the Seven Sacred Pools must all be seen to be believed.

Now let’s get down to the nitty gritty. Because you are up at 5:30am and still on Pacific Time, pop into the Cinnamon Roll Place on S. Kihei Road… they know me quite well, I can assure you. Later on, its Cones on Kihei.

If these delectable waffle cones and the hand-dipped ice cream are good enough for Alice Cooper or Clint Eastwood, they’re good enough for you.

1967 Shoreline High School
graduate Captain Don Burns

It would be extremely difficult to pick a favorite adventure during our recent trip, but at the very top would certainly be snorkeling with the crew of the Seafire.

Owned and operated by 1967 Shoreline High School graduate Don Burns, the trip out to Molokini Crater is incredible and extremely affordable. Equipment, snacks and knowledgeable narration is provided by a staff who absolutely love what they do and it clearly shows.

So, if you’re a fan of sea creatures, this is a must! Dolphin, White-tip Shark, Moray Eel, Humpback Whale, Green Hawaiian Turtles and every color of tropical fish you can imagine only inches from your mask.

Not to be overlooked is a day trip to Lahaina. With its rich history including the Banyan Tree, the Lighthouse (originally built in 1866), Bubba Gump Shrimp, Margaritaville, Kimo’s, the various outlet and jewelry stores that line Front Street, (Mick) Fleetwood’s Restaurant and the accompanying Morrison Hotel Gallery, Lahaina’s unique charm makes it a desired destination for people from all over the world.

Finally, if you’re wanting to really experience “Hawaii” and the true feeling of Ohana (family), there are any number of luaus happening nightly that will provide an abbreviated but informative look into the Polynesian culture. You can’t beat good food, the hula and a mai tai at sunset.

I truly hope that very soon you’ll get the opportunity to visit Hawaii. When you do just remember to “leave it as you found it”

Mahalo nui loa



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Rob Oxford: From Highlander to Hollywood – Rainn Wilson at The Paramount Theatre May 30th

Sunday, April 14, 2019

More information HERE

By Rob Oxford

On Thursday May 30, 2019, former Shorecrest Highlander turned Hollywood Leading Man Rainn Wilson will return to Seattle for a night of comedy and music.

Whether this means Rainn will be performing a bassoon solo has yet to be determined, but one can always hope. Regardless, the night is sure to be filled with fun and frivolity.

Although he didn’t graduate from Shorecrest, local residents and SCHS Alum have no problem calling Mr. Wilson “one of (their) own.”

Before becoming a successful actor, husband and father, he strolled the hallowed halls of Kellogg Middle School and then Shorecrest and as a member of the orchestra and wind ensemble, left an indelible impression on those with whom he shared a classroom.

After finding his way to Hollywood, Rainn first appeared onscreen in an episode of the soap opera “One Life to Live” and then in 1999, made his feature film debut in “Galaxy Quest.” 

However, there is no question that it was his portrayal of Dwight Schrute on “The Office,” which garnered him three consecutive Emmy Award nominations, that made him the fan favorite he is today. 

Chris Ballew of The Presidents of the
United States and Caspar Babypants


As a sophomore in high school, Rainn was a member of MUN - Model United Nations, a program in which students would adopt a specific country, in his case Cameroon, and then diagnose and analyze realistic problems. 

After doing so, the students would represent their country in mock debates and discussions similar to those held on the floor of the “real” United Nations.

Although one would hope the numbers have changed somewhat since 1982, the quality of health care in Cameroon is generally low. Life expectancy at birth is estimated to be 56 years, with 48 healthy life years expected. Fertility rates remain high with an average of 4.8 births per woman and an average mother's age of 19.7 years old at first birth.

Although it has one of the highest school attendance rates in Africa, girls attend school less regularly than boys because of cultural attitudes, domestic duties, early marriage, pregnancy, and sexual harassment. School attendance in Cameroon is also affected by child labor. The U.S. Department of Labor reported that 56% of children aged 5 to 14 were working children and that almost 53% of children aged 7 to 14 combined work and school. Among its many other social and economic difficulties, the World Health Organization reports there is only one doctor for every 5,000 people in Cameroon.

Joel McHale

Statistics such as these, as well as other reported atrocities prevalent in most third world countries, have contributed to Rainn’s interest in donating his time, energy and resources to organizations like Lidè Haiti, an educational initiative he co-founded in 2013.

Mr. Wilson has also been a board member, advocate and champion of the Mona Foundation for the past 10 years. Mona Foundation supports grassroots initiatives that provide education to all children, increase opportunities for women and girls, and encourage service to the community.

With Rainn’s advocacy and help, in 2018 Mona Foundation supported the education and empowerment of 411,324 students in 16 countries spanning 10 countries including US, Haiti, Panama, Brazil, India, Vietnam, China, Mongolia, Gambia, and Uganda.

Named after Mona Mahmudnizhad, an Iranian school student who was executed in 1983 for her religious beliefs – Baha’i – and for teaching classes to children. Mr. Wilson, who is also a follower of the Baha’i faith, has enlisted the help of some of his neighborhood friends for the benefit on May 30th.

All of the performers including fellow Husky Joel McHale of “Almost Live” fame, Chris Ballew of The Presidents of the United States and Caspar Babypants, The Toronto Youth Choir and several as of yet unnamed “Special Mystery Guests,” have agreed to donate their time and talent for this worthy cause.

This event is sure to sell out so secure your tickets today.

Enjoy an evening of laughter and song while knowing that in countries like those we have mentioned above, thousands of young women will be singing YOUR praises because of your support.



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Rob Oxford: Once A Bulldog

Saturday, April 6, 2019

Richmond Bulldog
By Rob Oxford

In November of 2017, as an assistant football coach for Kellogg Middle School, I wrote my first article for the Shoreline Area News.

It initially began as a Facebook post encouraging young players on my team who weren’t getting much playing time to “stick with it”. I insisted that with hard work and dedication, “their time would come.” 

At the suggestion of my good friend Frank Workman former “Voice of The Scots” and a longtime contributor to this online paper, I submitted my writings to our editor and a dream I didn’t even know existed became a reality.

That same year, a little boy who had begun playing Richmond Junior Football several years earlier, most likely at the behest of his father, was named Most Improved Player of his high school football team. He was also awarded WesCo 3A Honorable Mention at Left Offensive Tackle. That little boy was my son Taylor.

I mention Taylor’s accomplishments not to boast, but to emphasize what participating in a youth football program (or any youth sport) can do for a child’s confidence. 

I still don’t know if my son actually wanted to play football or if he signed up to be a Bulldog because his Dad wanted him to and some of his fellow classmates had, but regardless, his participation gained him lifelong friends, enormous self-respect, the determination to maintain a passing grade, and the confidence to achieve any goal he set for himself.

As a former coach and the current Promotions and Marketing Director for Richmond Junior Football, I’ve witnessed firsthand the benefits of participating in a team sport. For some children it’s baseball or basketball, some play soccer, some swim or take gymnastics.

Others find they prefer bowling, golf, tennis or lacrosse and still others, like your National Champion Shorecrest Highlander Hip Hop Team, enjoy dance. All of these are physical activities that promote healthy living and encourage responsibility and independence.

Registration for Richmond Junior Football is once again open and in an effort to improve on the legacy built by the likes of the Weber Family and “Uncle Pete” (Lucien) Legault, Richmond Junior Football is embarking on a new partnership with Ford Sports Performance... one that will add a new dimension to youth football in the Shoreline community.

Ford Sports Performance (FSP) is a results driven facility that specializes in training for athletes of all levels as well as adults who just want to stay in shape. The #1 Sport Performance Facility in the United States, FSP is responsible for keeping the likes of Seahawk Bobby Wagner and several of his teammates in prime physical condition.

Former Bulldog Myles Gaskin
Former Richmond Bulldog and UW Husky Myles Gaskin, projected to be a 4th or 5th round pick in this year’s NFL Draft, can be seen regularly at FSP working on improving his speed and agility. 

Owner Tracy Ford, also a former Richmond Bulldog and professional athlete with the CFL’s Toronto Argonauts, started training some of the NFL’s top players four years ago by using cones and speed ladders he kept in the trunk of his car. 

His desire to help his friends, who have now become clients, stay in the best shape of their lives has turned into a full time business. Now located in a state of the art 10k square ft. facility with only the finest in professional equipment, FSP is focused on keeping their athletes ahead of the curve by also providing tutoring for those student athletes who require additional academic support.

Richmond President Clyde Travis
and FSP CEO Tracy Ford
During this past off season, Richmond President Clyde Travis was busy planning the next phase in Junior Football for Shoreline residents.

This one of a kind partnership with FSP is just a sample of the many new and exciting things to come, including the first ever Myles Gaskin Football Camp.

Register for Richmond Junior Football before June 22nd and athletes will receive a 6-week training session (one day per week) at Ford Sports Performance.

This new venture is sure to excite and invigorate these young athletes as well as introduce them to a whole new level of commitment.

Registration is now open. Go to the website for information on all of the exciting new developments and to sign up for a brand-new season of junior football.



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Rob Oxford: Should I Stay or Should I Go… Now?

Monday, March 11, 2019

Newman Smith High School
Dallas, Texas


By Rob Oxford


It will have been 40 years ago this May that I graduated from high school as a charter member of The Newman Smith Class of 1979, which of course means a 40th High School Reunion.

Now there are several factors that must be considered before deciding on whether I will be attending any planned celebration. First, my senior year was the only year I attended Newman Smith. My Mother accepted a promotion within Xerox Corporation that would require more hours spent at her office and as it was, her daily commute was already rather lengthy. So, without much input from their only son still living at home, my parents decided they would be selling the home they built in the little town of Colleyville, TX. (which is no longer a “little town”) and be moving closer to downtown Dallas where she had been working for several years already.

Subsequently, I didn’t really know that many people in my senior class at Newman Smith. In fact, I’ve probably gotten to know most of them a lot better since becoming "friends" on Facebook. Granted there was a group of 6 or 8 of us that hung out, but I was still the “new” kid and that actually suited me just fine.

Colleyville is where I lived for most of my “formidable years” and where I had attended school since the 7th grade. So why would a teenager agree to, if not be eager to move to a different school district for his final year of high school? Why was the prospect of meeting new people and making new friends enticing when it should have been worrisome?

My Freshman year in high school was all I had hoped it would be. My middle brother had just graduated the year before and he was a stud. He was a great athlete, the teachers liked him, the coaches loved him, the girls were crazy about him and I… well, I was “Desi’s little brother” and for all intents and purposes you’d have thought I’d had it made.

Unfortunately for me, the two years that followed weren’t as glamorous as I had hoped that they'd be. I didn’t quite meet the coach's expectations on the football field, I wasn’t a very good student and to a certain extent I felt I was no longer “fitting in” as a Grapevine Mustang. The thought of starting over didn’t seem to bother me in the least. After all, we’d moved around quite a lot while my Dad was still on active duty in the military, so I was somewhat used to packing and unpacking.

But herein lies the dilemma. I graduated from one high school but have fonder memories of my time spent at another. Do I attend both reunions? I believe there may have been a 10-year, I’m certain there was a 20, but if I go, this will be my first.

So, should I stay? Or should I go?

I don’t mean to sound ungrateful as I’m sure there will be hours of hard work put into planning a fun weekend of events, I’m just trying to justify the expense of flying to Dallas for what could possibly be much ado about nothing? Do people really want to know what I’ve been up to since tossing my mortarboard cap into the air all those years ago?

Exactly what is the purpose of gathering together 40 years later? Won’t someone be keeping score? Someone’s always keeping score, right? Who’s no longer with us and may they rest in peace? Who's spent time in prison? How many times have you been married or divorced? How many times have you gone to rehab? Where do you spend your summer/winter vacations? Whose kid is a doctor and whose kid still lives at home in the basement? That guy (me) looks a lot older whereas that guy (the star QB) hasn’t changed a bit.

Quite honestly there are things about high school I don’t want to remember and things of which I wish not to be reminded. But then again, if gathering together for one short weekend over dinner and cocktails means time spent laughing, reminiscing and genuinely reconnecting, then I’ll take the good with the bad. However, if my friend Stuart brings up the fact that I got paddled for saying “Coach Rushing gets high on TV Dinners," well then the fur is certainly going to fly.

I’ve haven’t yet decided on whether I’ll be attending either of these upcoming high school reunions, but I love where I’ve been in life. I love what I’ve done. I love the good as well as the bad, what I’ve seen, who I’ve met and all that I have accomplished. I also love my kids and I love my wife and if I do decide to attend, I look forward to walking into the venue with her on my arm.



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Rob Oxford: Facebook - It Is What You Make It

Friday, March 1, 2019

Barbi and her daddy
By Rob Oxford

My children have been telling me for quite some time that "no one their age uses Facebook" anymore. The social platform of choice for pre-teens, teens and young adults these days is Instagram, Snapchat or maybe Twitter.

Are you kidding me? I still need them to show me how to adjust certain settings on my phone and place someone on hold in order to answer an "incoming" call. I'm not about to dive head first into the unchartered waters of some other social media platform. I'm not a teen, I'm not a young adult and personally, I like Facebook.

First and foremost Facebook has allowed me to reconnect with friends who had long been forgotten. It enables me to share photos, life events and information with relatives all over the country and in some instances the world. It helps me to promote my band, my radio show and at times provides me limitless entertainment.

With that being said, there are always precautions one must take when engaging in activities "online". Using social media can certainly have its drawbacks, but it is what you make it.

I recently saw a post that warned against answering those quizzes that require you to unwittingly share your personal information. Information that you sometimes use in passwords like "your dog's name", "favorite color", "your middle name spelled alphabetically" (to see if people can figure it out), your first car or where you grew up? Granted all of that information is probably already available to a hacker interested in causing havoc in your life, but I would prefer they have to do a little digging as opposed to me serving it to them on a silver platter.

The link for that particular article is HERE

Now, discussing politics on Facebook is dangerous territory. All to often it leads to hurt feelings. I try my darndest to shy away from "heated" debates. In my experience they are unwinnable. I have my opinion and you have yours, the key is to respect both. Unfortunately, I will see something I know I should scroll past, but it just draws me in.

Like a moth to a flame or an unopened package of Oreo cookies at 2am, I just can't resist. 

I do however try to be informed and research my responses before posting. Admittedly I will occasionally make mistakes and let my emotions get the better of me. It is then that I must "own" those mistakes and try to make amends. Fortunately, that too is something Facebook has afforded me... the opportunity to address my flaws of character. The opportunity to expand my horizons and consider other people's points of view. I'm not always successful at doing so but I do try.

To some Facebook is considered a great "time waster" and I suppose that is true. Again, it is what you make it.

However, before Facebook the communities in which we lived were much smaller and more centralized. Before Facebook I had no idea there was such a thing as the "ice bucket challenge". Before Facebook I didn't realize so many of my friends had been arrested, divorced, never flown on a plane, never traveled out of the country or as in the case of my friend Barbi Lange Holt...adopted.

On the 2 year anniversary of her Father's passing Barbi shared the story of how..."there was once a tiny little girl just under four years old, when a man looked around at all the little orphans in need of a Daddy and proclaimed 'That one. That skinny little runt with the pathetic look and long sad ponytails over there. I want that one!' He plucked her up and took her home and told his wife - Who always wanted a little girl of her own - 'clean her up, wash her hair, and cut off that damn hair!' The wife did so and (instead of cutting it) brushed the long, blonde hair into shape. The man came home and took one look at this little orphan and told his wife 'Woman, you better never ever cut that hair!'. He then spent the rest of his life doing everything possible to protect and bring happiness to his daughter. I was an orphan no more. I had a family. I had a mommy and a daddy. But he wasn't just any daddy. He was a superhero with super powers and an inimitable personality."

Barbi's post literally made me cry tears of joy. That's why I like Facebook. That's why I don't consider it a "Time Waster".

Before Facebook I'd never witnessed so many acts of heroism caught on film, I'd never read so many stories of inspiration, laughed at puppies playing or giggled at a thick-accented Scotsman and his Grandson playing "Pie Face".

Whether you scroll Facebook for recipes, classic movie clips, local events, amazing amature photographs, desirable destinations, or clever new gadgets, all can be found with the click of a mouse. In fact you can also find the best way to catch one (a mouse) humanely.

Facebook, it is what you make it.



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Rob Oxford: Pleeeease, Say It Isn't Snow?

Saturday, February 9, 2019

Photo by Rob Oxford


By Rob Oxford

If Shoreline Area News' resident forecaster Carl Dinse is correct (see latest forecast), it appears as though we may be in for a "significant snow event" this coming weekend and quite possibly well beyond.

Unfortunately this is Washington State. The Puget Sound. We have Convergence Zones and Indian Summers, Lenticular Clouds and the Beaufort Scale. We also have hundreds of descriptive ways to describe the rain including: abundant, big, constant, continual, severe, deluge, downpour, driving and drizzle. Not to mention freezing and mizzle (a very fine rain). There's Scotch Mist (a mixture of mist and light rain), shower, spit, sleet, sprinkle, incessant and plenty more I assure you.

However there aren't that many ways to describe snow of which I am aware. There's powder for great skiing and wet, for snow forts and snowball fights.

Living in Shoreline for the past 20 years I've learned to not get overly excited when I hear the "S" word. As more than often the "S" word stands for "Sorry! False Alarm". But I must confess, it still makes me giddy with excitement.

Dog in Bog
Photo by Martin DeGrazia


As a kid living on the hill in Fife, I remember having enough snow that ours was the house where everyone came to be served hot chocolate and tube down our driveway. Then upon moving to Rochester New York in the 6th grade, we experienced one of the worst winters I can remember. Snow that measured in feet not inches for weeks at a time and still we managed to go to school.

I realize there are certainly adverse effects to unwanted snow accumulations, icy roads, power outages and school closures, to name a few. However, I also realize we live in the Pacific Northwest not the Northeast or Midwest.

But I get it, you either like snow or you don't. Personally, I LIKE SNOW!

I like to watch it fall and pile up. I like to watch kids sledding and tobogganing.

"Tobogganing"?...look it up. I like to watch cars spin out because those set on driving profess to be the only ones on the road who "know how to drive in this stuff".

Ronald Bog shelter
Photo by Martin DeGrazia


I of course like to do all of these things from the comfort of my living room with a fire roaring in the fireplace. What I don't particularly like is being the butt of jokes from my friends who are "Townies" from New England or "Upstaters" (residents of New York) for not being able to drive in the snow, but it does come with the territory.

Our lack of consistent yearly snowfall has prevented us from being able to adapt to such conditions. In addition, depending on where you live or work, traversing Seattle's 7 Hills can prove treacherous.

Despite its challenging topography, the fact still remains that some of us here in the Puget Sound really shouldn't be on the road when it snows. Then again, some of us shouldn't be on the road in August either.

In all seriousness, remember that a major snow event like what is forecasted doesn't happen all that often and prepare yourself. Have your Emergency Kit handy. Make sure you have flashlights, batteries and candles. Stock up on food and fill your car's tank with gas. ...Just in case you find yourself having to share the road with the "only guy in Seattle who knows how to drive in this stuff".

Finally, if you have neighbors or family members who may need extra care, now is the perfect time to pay them a visit.



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Rob Oxford: The Magic of Mathis

Saturday, February 2, 2019

Johnny Mathis
The Voice of Romance
By Rob Oxford

This year I celebrate 30 years in the broadcasting industry. It's been a great ride and I feel extremely fortunate, believe me.

Not only have I had the pleasure of working for and with some of the best talent in the industry, but by sheer luck I began my career during the Seattle Music Scene of the 90's -- an era that gave birth to bands like Soundgarden, Pearl Jam, Nirvana and Alice In Chains.

However, this article isn't about Grunge music. It's not about long hair and flannel shirts. This article is about someone who has spent more than half a century entertaining audiences all over the world and "Chances Are" no matter your age, if you're reading this article you're probably familiar with his music.

At 83, Johnny Mathis is in the midst of his "The Voice of Romance Tour" and he plays the Paramount Theatre February 13th with Shoreline's own Brad Upton.

Who hasn't heard the name Johnny Mathis? To print his discography would take more paper than I currently have in my printer. Synonymous with romance, his voice is one of the most appealing to ever have been recorded and his signature vibrato, his own unique calling card.

I had the distinct pleasure of speaking with Mr. Mathis by phone recently and after literally "pulling myself together", I managed to ask my first question.

"At a time when singers were encouraged to change their names, you've always gone by your birth name John Royce (Johnny) Mathis. I take it no one encouraged you to change it to something more flashy like Jimmy Stardust or Luke Kincaid?" Johnny laughed and said "they tried...my father wouldn't hear of it".

I've never heard anyone speak so highly of their parents. Mr. Mathis (and the entire time he was on the phone with me he was "Mr. Mathis") mentioned his love and admiration for his father (especially) several times, often referring to his dad as his best friend. The encouragement and support he received from both his parents is something of which he is quite proud.

Born in the little town of Gilmer, Texas. east of Dallas, Mr. Mathis' family moved to San Francisco and at the age of 13, voice teacher Connie Cox accepted him as her student in exchange for work around her house. It was then that Mr. Mathis began learning vocal scales and exercises. He credits this training and proper technique as well as healthy eating for allowing him to continue performing at such a high level. Johnny is an accomplished cook and enjoys time spent in his kitchen.

I like to think my approach to interviewing celebrities is different than most. Especially a legend like Mr. Mathis. In preparation for such an opportunity I ask myself, what questions has my guest been asked over and over and what information can one get from a simple Google search? I've found that celebrities are eager to answer just about anything you may ask as long as it's not demeaning or something they've answered a thousand times already.

Some radio show hosts go for that "one big kill", asking a question that they know will be embarrassing to their guest, but get a laugh from their listeners. The result is often a dial tone. I, on the other hand, prefer to treat my guests with dignity in the hopes that they won't hesitate to join me again the next time they're in town.

A hurdler, high jumper and basketball player in high school, Mr. Mathis was faced with a difficult decision in 1956. His career beginning to take flight, he was given the opportunity to perform in New York or try out for the U.S. Olympic Team headed for Melbourne, Australia. Once again confiding in his father for advice, it was decided that Johnny would travel to New York where he essentially became an overnight sensation.

Johnny Mathis is royalty. Well over 360 million records sold, the recipient of the Grammy Lifetime Achievement Award and inducted into the Grammy Hall of Fame for three separate recordings. A member of the Great American Songbook Hall Of Fame, awarded the Society of Singers Lifetime Achievement and among others a member of the Songwriters Hall of Fame.

Shorecrest's Brad Upton will appear
with Johnny Mathis at the Paramount
February 13.
Jokingly I asked Mr. Mathis if he has a storage unit rented somewhere that holds all his awards and R.I.A.A. certificates (gold and platinum records)?

He very humbly told me there is a room in his house that holds those treasures and occasionally he will marvel at all that he has accomplished. However, he is sure to give credit where credit is due -- first again to his parents and then the many artists he's had the pleasure of working with along the way.

Having appeared on the Tonight Show 33 times, Mr. Mathis was called "The best ballad singer in the world" by its host, the late, great Johnny Carson. After enjoying any number of his songs, this is a title impossible to dispute.

Lovers of the "Classic Rock" musical genre will be interested to know that Mr. Mathis' "Johnny's Greatest Hits" album released in 1958 spent an unprecedented 490 weeks on the Billboard Top 200 Album Chart until the release of Pink Floyd's "Dark Side Of The Moon" in 1983.

I could have spent several more hours speaking with Mr. Mathis, but I've also learned over the years that another respectable trait of a professional interviewer is to know when to say when.

My final question pertained to his love of basketball. "When time allows, do you ever find yourself playing a little one on one or horse with your crew?" Johnny again laughed and said if the ball happens to bounce his way... he won't hesitate to take a shot.

Mr. Mathis is the last of his kind, a living legend.

With so many of our treasured entertainers retiring from the road or worse, I highly encourage you to witness the magic of Johnny Mathis for yourself February 13th at The Paramount Theatre. Opening the show will be Shorecrest H.S Track Coach and Comedian Brad Upton, a long time associate of Mr. Mathis.

The perfect Valentine's combo, I will most certainly see you there and I'll be very easy to spot. I'll be the big, bald guy getting a little "Misty".



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Rob Oxford: The smirk heard round the world

Friday, January 25, 2019

Nick Sandmann (left) and Nathan Phillips

By Rob Oxford

Almost a week has passed and I think we can all agree that there are many lessons to be learned from the recent "dust-up" at the Lincoln Memorial involving teens on a "March For Life" field trip and a Native American celebrating Indigenous Peoples Day.

Who was right, who was wrong? I don't have an answer. I merely have an opinion.

Were some of us too quick to condemn a group of 14 and 15 year olds? Quite possibly. Have others labeled Nathan Phillips a "professional protester"? Most certainly and we can focus on the plight of the Native American at some other time, today let's just focus on what we saw this past weekend.

By now I believe we've seen all the video evidence. The "long version," the "short version" and still we have differing opinions. What I haven't seen personally is footage from the "March For Life" which took place in a different area of the National Mall.

I'm curious to know how the kids from Covington Catholic behaved themselves there. Did they participate in "school chants"? Did they "get in the faces" of the opposition? I'll tell you why I ask this question later, but for all intents and purposes there is nothing to indicate they did anything untoward. 

However, the question has been raised "what are a group (of impressionable) kids from a private Catholic school doing at a "March For Life Rally" in the first place?

It seems that students who march out of school for a day to support the "Me Too" or "Black Lives Matter" movements "...should be in the classroom learning English and Science."

The long and short of it is that some people think Mr. Sandmann, the Covington Catholic student (with the "smirk" on his face) was being disrespectful.

I personally believe he may have been better served by stepping aside and allowing Mr. Phillips to beat his drum elsewhere.

Did he have to? No. He stood toe to toe with a man many years his senior and didn't flinch. That was impressive! Did he antagonize Mr. Phillips in any way? That is the underlying question and where opinions differ. 

Although we will never know the answer, were Mr. Sandmann to step aside and Mr. Phillips then continue to beat his drum in the young man's face, blame for the escalation of the incident could have easily been attributed to Mr. Phillips. But that's not what happened.

Emboldened by his classmates who, despite what many have insisted to the contrary, did begin mocking the song Mr. Phillips was singing and did mimic the "tomahawk chop," Mr. Sandmann stood steadfast. He held his ground, which is something I've encouraged my children to do. I've also encouraged my children to be kind, respectful and dignified.

In defense of Mr. Sandmann, was he scared? Probably so. Did he fear some sort of escalation? That is what he indicated in his press release. Finally, did Mr. Phillips have to beat his drum in the face of Mr. Sandmann? No. So who is right?

I had a discussion with a friend of mine who insisted that Nick Sandmann, the young man at the center of all the attention, is..."only 15." Yes, he is "only 15" and it is my hope that at a private Catholic school and all schools for that matter, students are taught to respect the lives of their elders be they Native American or not. One might argue that is no longer happening.

I certainly believe it to be true that much of the blame for escalating the conflict can be attributed to the Black Hebrew Israelites and the disgusting things they constantly shout to all within earshot. This type of protest does nothing but convince me to turn you off. Your message -- when wrapped in hate -- does not get through to me.

Above I asked "did the (Covington Kids) get in the faces" of the opposition during the March For Life? (A protest for which no video has yet surfaced.) Let me explain why I ask such a question.

For 32 nights during the Christmas holidays I participate in a fun, festive celebration called "Snowflake Lane." Families come from miles around to take in the lights, decorations, floats, drummers, dancers, etc. and each year a group of "professional protesters" arrive to shout loudly that those in attendance, the 3, 4 and 5 year old children, as well as everyone else gathered, are "going to hell" because they're excited to see Santa. Having no idea whether those in attendance are at peace with God or whether they are Christian or not? 

Other protesters are "Pro-Life," some are there holding up grotesque signs in an effort to have us change our eating habits. That is their right and very seldom does anyone stand in their way staring them down.

I wonder why then that a man peacefully beating his drum and singing wouldn't have been allowed to walk up the steps of the Lincoln Memorial if he had chosen to do so and is instead considered an "instigator" by some?

Many will have a different opinion than mine and I appreciate that more than you know. I learn much from those who share their opposing views in an articulate manner. It is a right afforded us all by the Constitution of The United States and that in itself might be the lesson best learned from this particular incident.



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Rob Oxford: I wish this were a movie

Monday, December 10, 2018

2012 - the year that Charee Tillotson was diagnosed with Alzheimer's

It is with my friend Greg Tillotson's blessing that I share this article about his life, his beautiful wife and their difficult journey together. Furthermore, it is my hope that the message I have tried to convey is received in the manner with which it was intended.

“If Only This Were A Movie”

I would venture to guess that most everyone reading this article has seen the 2004 movie "The Notebook," starring James Garner and Gena Rowlands at least once, if not more. I have personally seen it at least a dozen times. It is one of my wife's favorite movies and each time it comes on the television we sit together sobbing as if the story is unfamiliar. It's the tale of a man and the love of his life, how they met, lost touch, found each other again and lived a long and wonderful life until the devastating effects of Alzheimer's slowly took away her memory and eventually her life.

Until a few years ago I had been lucky in that this terrible disease had not personally touched my family. Unfortunately that all changed in November of 2009 when my friend and former boss Greg Tillotson revealed to me that his beloved wife Charee was exhibiting early signs of dementia. Sadly it wasn't until 2012 that she was officially diagnosed with Alzheimer's.

By now we're all aware of the pain and heartache this debilitating disease can cause. The sadness it brings and most often the guilt that can be associated with watching someone you love slip slowly into a dark and unfamiliar place. Still, through the eyes of this very strong and courageous friend, whom I greatly admire, I've been given a unique perspective that I would like to share and that I hope will ease some of the suffering those more directly affected by this terrible disease will at some point most assuredly endure.

Greg hired me to do a morning radio show at a rock-n-roll station in Bellingham, Washington almost 20 years ago. It was a momentous opportunity and with a newborn son, a break I had desperately needed. Greg's wife Charee was also a morning host in the very same building for our sister station KAFE. A fun, energetic, continually positive influence, I often relied on her for advice and emotional support. God knows at that particular time in my life, I needed both.

Five years went by rather quickly and Greg and I were both fired, but Charee continued entertaining listeners with her bright smile, sense of humor and incredible kindness. She had a warm inviting personality and her audience loved her. Facebook wasn't the behemoth that it is today but Greg and I stayed in touch. He managed the Boys and Girls Clubs of Whatcom County before getting back into radio as the manager of a group of stations in Spokane.

I would see his occasional posts on Facebook about life and the "business," but one particular comment caused me to take notice and reach out to him directly. Needless to say it came as a terrible shock when he informed me of Charee's diagnosis. She was so young, so vibrant, she was a beloved radio personality, I really didn't understand how this could happen.

Greg and I didn't talk regularly so I don't know what kind of feelings he experienced initially, but afterward I found myself unintentionally distancing myself from him. What kind of support could I possibly offer? He knew I was sorry and that I loved them both, but this was something totally foreign to me and I wasn't the least bit prepared to deal with something of such magnitude. What I didn't realize at the time was that I would soon learn a valuable lesson about unrelenting love and compassion.

Greg was and is a devoted husband, even to this day. Catering to Charee's every need while she underwent treatment. Making plans and facing this situation head on. That's the kind of person he is, he is a Manager, he "manages".

Charee and Greg Tillotson now


All to soon the time came when Charee would need the type of care Greg could no longer provide and although I'm sure the decision to put her in a "home" was difficult, it was the correct one. His love for Charee has never waned, but the drain on their personal finances, in the 100's of thousands of dollars had forced them to divorce. As harsh as that may seem to some, it too was the right decision.

Before her illness could take her away completely, Greg and Charee spoke of many things. Charee made it clear that she did not want Greg to live the rest of his life alone. She knew him better than anyone and knew that being "alone" was not something with which he could deal very easily. As Greg puts it, "Charee knows me and knows I'm terrible at being alone". They also spoke of their lifelong dream of living on the beach.

Greg has been forced to make many difficult decisions since Charee became ill, both about his future and hers. Some of those coming under the scrutiny of friends and relatives, but Greg continues to remain confident he is doing what is best for them both. He is also fortunate that his son Michael, willing to put his own life on hold, has chosen for the time being to give up a lucrative career in order to spend more time with his Mom in Spokane. A commitment other family members, for understandable reasons, were unable to make.

About a month ago Greg posted a photo on Facebook of himself and a young lady whom he has been seeing. To be quite honest my initial reaction was one of confusion. For so many years I'd seen pictures of Greg with only one woman, his companion since he was 22 years old. Who was this new person? Was it a coworker, a friend? It turns out it had been both. Although it was none of my business, Greg is the type of person who would have no problem telling me, so I asked.

Her name is Jennifer and they have been friends and work associates for quite some time. At first Jennifer was merely a comforting ear, someone in which he could confide. However, as feelings for her began to develop, Greg took the time to make sure these feelings were more than just feelings of loneliness. In essence he needed to give himself permission to let go and to begin again.

When Greg left to accept a new position with a Broadcasting Corporation in Florida, fulfilling that dream he and Charee shared of living on the beach, it was Jennifer who stepped in to fill his role by visiting Charee. Before starting every work day, just as Greg had done, she would have breakfast with Charee. For 3 years prior to the move Greg also made a habit of stopping by after work each day to kiss Charee goodnight. His days were long, his patience much longer.

The unfortunate reality is that as the months and now years have gone by, Charee no longer knows Greg. Still he flies to Spokane every 2 - 3 weeks to sit with her. He talks with her or more accurately talks to her and makes sure she is as comfortable as humanly possible. Greg will occasionally share a picture of Charee on Facebook and she appears to be happy in her "new world." Although a bit distant, and not quite as glowing, she still has that smile.

This is undoubtedly a sad story. It's painful, it's unpleasant and to a few I suppose some of the decisions Greg has had to make may seem unfair. However, in my opinion choosing to continue living one's life in spite of this particular type of hardship demonstrates to me a form of bravery. I've often heard it said that Alzheimer's is much more difficult on those who are "left behind" than those directly suffering its effects.

I pray and sometimes wish I prayed more, that should something this horrific ever affect my life, I am able to deal with it as gracefully and respectfully as Greg. I also pray that those who choose to question my decisions are able to do so without passing judgement.

I have greatly appreciated being able to share my thoughts, stories and poems with you over the past year and I thank Diane at the Shoreline Area News for her guidance, direction and for allowing me this voice. It has truly been a pleasure. I wish you all a very Merry Christmas and the happiest of New Years.

Rob Oxford



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