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Rob Oxford: It's important to focus on the positive

Sunday, March 22, 2020

The second of two Recovery Center buildings was built on
Shoreline soccer field Saturday
Photo by Carl Dinse
By Rob Oxford

The seriousness of the Covid 19 virus outbreak is not lost on this writer, I can assure you.

Although we currently have plenty of toilet paper in our home and don’t feel the need to stockpile large quantities, like all of you I have certain issues that raise concern.

Not the least of which are the thousands of people who have been adversely affected by school and business closures.

My wife is a paraeducator who wants nothing more than to be at school with her students and fellow teachers. For them, this is NOT considered an extended vacation.

In fact, at the time of this writing Kansas Gov. Laura Kelly announced that the school year has officially ended for all K – 12th Graders in her state. 

At this time no such action for Washington has been announced. Which means our students, especially those who are seniors, may still have the opportunity to enjoy a shortened final trimester. The one in which annuals are passed out to be signed, Prom takes place and most importantly a graduation ceremony.

Many of my good friends own small restaurants and the temporary closures of such establishments will affect them greatly. As a family we are doing our best to support them by ordering takeout food and for the time being, you can do the same. (Shoreline Area News: Restaurants open for delivery and To Go orders)

Then of course there’s “Social Distancing.” For our children, this is the most difficult of all suggested precautions currently not mandated, but highly suggested.

As the father of two teenage sons, trying to discourage them from hanging out with friends is more challenging than asking them to hang up their towels after taking a shower or put their dirty dishes in the dishwasher.

The most concerning issue of course are the ramifications of possibly spreading the virus to those in our community who are most susceptible. Those with underlying health conditions or the very young and the very old.

Let me state unequivocally that I am not an expert in infectious disease like Kid Rock or Dr. Drew Pinsky. But at a time like this, common sense goes a long way. We must remember to use ours.

The current deluge of information concerning this pandemic is fluid and changing all the time. 

Although the tenor has changed and most people have grasped the severity, many who wholeheartedly support the President felt the initial media coverage of the coronavirus was “overkill” and “unnecessarily causing hysteria.” Thankfully, in just a few days, that attitude seems to have changed.

Although we’re occasionally still hearing the term “Fake News,” it appears it is currently being used much less. I’ve long felt that media outlets or news programs, if they have any credibility at all, which most do, simply report the information they have been given. 

Often it's with a political slant that best suits their viewership, but it has always been the responsibility of the viewer or “consumer” to do their own research, just as when buying a new car or a home. When should you ever take a salesperson's…“word for it”?

Of course, there are editorials and opinion pieces such as the one you are currently reading with which you may agree or disagree, but at any time you are welcome to close a web browser or change the channel.

I think it’s important to be concerned. It’s important to consider the advice of the experts, but at the same time I think it’s also important to focus on the positives that are coming from all of this and at this time there are proving to be many.

  • Some stores are now dedicating the first several hours of each business day to allow elderly customers to shop safely without fear of getting sick.
  • Tuesday at 1:30pm, a Dad who told me he was telecommuting for the next several weeks, was taking a break to show his 7-year-old son how to dribble a basketball left handed.
  • Although professional sports have been put on hold, athletes and teams are pledging to pay the wages of arena employees during the shutdown.
  • Utility companies, landlords, home financers, various lenders and internet providers are waiving late fees and payments to ease financial burden.
  • School districts across the country are still serving meals to kids and families.
  • For the first time in many years our youngest sat in the living room on a Saturday night and watched an entire movie with his parents.
  • While the family vacation I had been planning for several months had to be cancelled, the money I am saving will be used to buy stock at a discount.
  • Home projects are being completed.
  • More blessings than ever before are currently being counted.

Finally, when was the last time anyone was able to drive from Everett to Downtown Seattle in 15 minutes?

It appears we may still have a long way to go. But if we can somehow be kind to each other, listen to the real experts and heed their advice, when life gets back to normal, maybe it will be the type of normal we can all better appreciate.

When I was very small and bothered by a situation, my Mother would say “look on the bright side.” It’s a phrase I was never able to fully appreciate until now.




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The Shows Must Go On - A benefit to save the Historic Everett Theatre

Monday, February 24, 2020

Interior of the Historic Everett Theatre


By Rob Oxford


With little pieces of our beloved community disappearing on a regular basis, it is essential for us to do our part to save what is important to each of us and what is most important to this writer is music. That’s why I have taken it upon myself to do what I can to save the Historic Everett Theatre.

It is a fact that the Seattle of even 10 years ago is drastically different than the Seattle of today. Bike lanes, Condominiums, Sound Transit Stations and a new NHL practice facility at Northgate have each contributed to the changing of our landscape. Although not as severe, Everett and even Shoreline are now undergoing transformations almost daily.

On any given afternoon I drive by specific sites that were once cultural landmarks. Parker's Ballroom on Aurora Avenue, once a world-famous music venue. The Twin Teepees (also on Aurora) where rumor has it that as a line cook, "The Colonel" Harland Sanders perfected his 7 herbs and spices. The Green Lake Aqua Theatre where Led Zeppelin performed on a floating stage … all are but distant memories.

Closer to Shoreline, Playland was once a family destination for vacationers from miles around and the great Will Rogers played his last game of polo at the once opulent Olympic Riding and Driving Club near Lake City.

Now I’m not suggesting that we shouldn’t find ways to accommodate our ever growing population or that a certain amount of change isn’t essential for a community to thrive, but I am suggesting that some places must be preserved ... at all cost.

The historic Everett Theatre played films
and hosted live entertainment
 

As a singer, I am honored to have had the pleasure of performing on the stage of the Historic Everett Theatre in Everett, WA more than once. A venue that first opened its doors on November 4, 1901 as the Everett Opera House and has played host to some of entertainment's biggest names including the likes of Lon Chaney, Helen Keller, Al Jolson, Nat King Cole, as well as some of the biggest stars of today.

I hear it said all the time by musicians and music lovers alike...“there just aren’t any places to play or to see live music any longer.” Indeed for many years now the Everett Theatre has filled a niche. One that is becoming more and more difficult to fill. Hosting events of every kind including local bands, comedians, singles nights, classic movies and as mentioned above national acts.

So, if you’re one of those musicians complaining about having nowhere to play, here’s an opportunity to put your money where your mouth is.

The manager of the Everett Theatre, Curt Shriner, recently experienced the loss of his beloved wife Laura whom he would describe as the glue that held the theatre together. Having met them both I can testify that every community needs local citizens like Curt and Laura - stewards who are committed to the preservation of local landmarks. Her loss has certainly dealt a blow to the family as well as the Everett and surrounding music communities.

A theatre this old is expensive to maintain and without help, it is sure to become just another memory.

The truth is it would be easy to close up shop and sell this prime piece of real estate to developers, something Curt’s brother, who owns the property, has proposed. However, on behalf of his wife Laura who put her heart and soul into its operation, Curt hopes to prevent that from happening and so far his brother is amenable to the idea.

Unfortunately, that requires support. Support from local musicians, local music lovers and even those who might not find themselves attending a show at the Everett Theatre all that often. So, we are now faced with a desperate situation.

Musician Lee Oskar calls
Everett home and wants to
save the Theatre

Everett is lucky to have as one of its citizens Lee Oskar. Lee is an internationally acclaimed harmonica virtuoso, composer, producer, harmonica manufacturer, and lifelong musical explorer. 

He is renowned for his iconic role as a founding member and lead harmonica player of the pioneering funk/jazz band who composed and recorded such hits as “Low Rider,” “Spill the Wine,” “Cisco Kid,” “The World is a Ghetto,” “Slippin’ into Darkness,” “Why Can’t We Be Friends,” and many more chart-topping hits from 1969-1993. 

The band received Gold and Platinum awards for its nearly 30 live, studio and compilation albums and some 60 singles. Since then, Oskar and several of his original bandmates from that era continue to perform internationally as the Low Rider Band.

Lee and his wife Sri, who couldn’t be happier to call their beloved Everett home, have enlisted some of their famous and very talented friends to perform a benefit March 6th at 8pm. 
Also performing that evening in an effort to preserve this iconic structure will be School of Rock at 7:15pm. These young musicians understand the importance of protecting this historic venue for future generations, including their own.

Tickets are being sold via the Theatre's website and all proceeds will be donated to assist in its continued operation.

If you’ve never been to this incredible venue where American composer George M. Cohan and Hollywood royalty John Barrymore entertained audiences, you owe it to yourself to witness its majesty… at least once.

If for some reason your schedule won’t allow you to attend, a Gofundme campaign has been set up to assist in its preservation. 
Be a part of saving one of the area's last great movie houses and concert halls.

When, in the future, your grandchildren are able to attend an event there or better yet, perform on its magical stage, they’ll thank you for your kindness and generosity.



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Rob Oxford: The football you’re about to see is real, the game has been changed to protect the interested

Thursday, February 20, 2020

Dragons SuperFan Jim Poole
Photo by Rob Oxford
By Rob Oxford

I will freely admit that based on the last go ‘round, when I first heard the XFL was returning in 2020 and that Seattle would have a team, I was skeptical.

Moreover, I was critical. In fact, with a sardonic smile I literally scoffed at the idea.

I have never been a fan of “professional” wrestling, didn’t particularly like anything Vince McMahon was connected with and you could hardly call its initial debut in 2001 a success.

However, a serious buzz had been created and those in the know seemed to think this time it would be different. 

I’m still not sold on the team’s name, I would much prefer something like “Sockeyes” (NHL are you reading this) but as far as I’m concerned, they couldn’t have hired a better head coach. Former Seahawk Jim Zorn is a legend in this town.

Equally important in my opinion is that even though Vince McMahon is again the brainchild of this new venture, he has been keeping a much respected low profile.

Although they’re still in the process of working out some of the kinks, like how to prevent a player who has just been penalized from swearing on live tv during a sideline interview, there seems to be enough professional football being played to appear legitimate.

In January I wrote an article about New Year’s Resolutions. In it I mentioned wanting to do more “activities” with my family. After watching the Seattle Dragons' first game, a loss on the road against the D.C. Defenders, I decided to purchase four tickets for their home opener against Tampa Bay, hoping that my eldest could get the day off work. Unfortunately that wasn’t to be, but my younger son asked his girlfriend to come and we were soon making plans for the upcoming weekend.

Last Saturday at about 1pm as we approached Centurylink Field, I was surprised by the amount of traffic. I was even more surprised that the parking lot right across the street from the field had a sign that read “Parking $10.” During a Seahawk game you’d be lucky to secure that spot for $50.

Making our way inside I was awestruck by the amount of Dragons' Team apparel already being worn by fans. Jerseys, hoodies, hats, men and women in face paint and dragon costumes, damsels in distress, I was not expecting nearly this much excitement.

Everyone knows the Seahawks have the 12 Flag (I don’t think we’re legally allowed to call it the “12th Man Flag” anymore for fear of upsetting the Aggies of Texas A and M) and we’re pretty proud of it. 

Well, the Dragons may have something almost as cool … the eternal flame and Seahawk Hall of Famer Steve Largent was on hand to be the first to ignite the Dragons' “Cauldron of Fire.”

Although some of the rules are a bit different and may require some getting used to, it’s nonetheless football … and our family loves football.
Those at last Saturday's game set an XFL attendance record and the Dragons won their inaugural home opener 17 – 9 over the Tampa Bay Vipers. 

Our seats were about 22 rows up from the field in the corner of the end zone and I, for one, couldn’t have been more pleased. In my opinion these seats were perfect.

After talking for most of the first half with a very friendly couple sitting in front of us who had recently purchased a season ticket package, I made my way down to the concession area before the start of the 3rd Quarter in search of a Dragons' “Ticket Sales and Experience Manager.” It was there I found Kaitlyn Tisch.

After explaining to me that I could get four tickets to the remaining four Dragon home games for just a little more than what Ticketmaster had charged me with their service fee, handling fee, convenience fee, license fee and ... Fifi, it wasn't a difficult decision.

I am happy to report that the Oxford Family will be busy through the weekend of August 11th breathing fire at Centurylink Field.

Go Dragons!

Saturday, Feb. 22
Seattle Dragons vs. Dallas (XFL), 2pm @ CenturyLink Field



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Rob Oxford: Taylor’s 4 Runner and THE subwoofer

Sunday, January 19, 2020

Taylor's 4Runner
Photo by Rob Oxford
By Rob Oxford

Life is made up of a collection of very special moments. Sadly, many of them are forgotten over time.

For years I have been threatening to write a book. For admittedly selfish reasons, the book would be a collection of my own “special moments” and for the sole purpose of remembering them when the ability to do so becomes more difficult.

In essence it would be a memoir.

Now considering I’m not famous, haven’t invented anything and haven’t a great deal of worldly advice to impart, exactly who would be interested in reading such a memoir is a valid question. I can only hope that when I am laid to rest, whoever comes after will find what they read mildly amusing.

This Christmas I wanted to do something special for my eldest son. While my youngest is still happy with video games, clothes and $350 sneakers, Taylor’s tastes have become a bit more refined. 
Each year we ask both boys to give us a Wish List. Often times it is received after many of their gifts have already been purchased so it’s used more as a barometer. Exactly how well do we know our children and exactly how well were we listening when they started sharing their Christmas wishes with us.

Taylor has been spending a great deal of time modifying his 1999 Toyota 4Runner. He purchased new tires and wheels, added a lift kit (basically a device that makes the vehicle virtually impossible for his Mother or I to get into), mounted a custom rack to the roof and, among other things, installed fog lights and a new muffler which signals to us that he is on his way home yet still several blocks away. All of these things I might add he has purchased with his own money.

This year he asked Santa for a new car stereo.

In the past, having had some experience with cars and car stereos myself, I figured I had this handled. Santa would be free to concentrate on how to deliver my Harley Davidson (I wanted a Harley Davidson when I turned 40… I got a Taylor instead).

One afternoon I stopped by our local car stereo dealer and explained what I had hoped to accomplish. I said I didn’t want to spend thousands of dollars on a stereo for a 20-year-old “Monster Truck” and settled on a moderately priced name brand “in-dash” and a pair of 5.25 speakers for the doors. I scheduled the installation (which cost 3x’s as much as the stereo) and felt confident and proud of my purchase.

Upon completion of the install, Taylor and I excitedly drove to the dealer to pick up his vehicle. While I happily paid the bill, he fiddled with his new car stereo. After joining him in the parking lot, I could immediately sense something wasn’t quite right. In all honesty, I had been expecting delight and immense satisfaction. Instead he was reticent, hesitating to elaborate on exactly what was wrong. I was disappointed. Not sure as to what was the problem, I suggested he take the truck for a spin and we would discuss things at home.

We pulled up to the house together and he asked me if I wanted to hear the stereo? As he preceded to turn up the volume, I began to hear a fuzz or as the salesman would later identify, the speakers “washing out”. This concerned me. Did I purchase an inferior model? Were the speakers inadequate? Had I just wasted a bunch of money? All I wanted was for my son to be happy with his Christmas gift and I was determined to make sure he was.

The next few days were spent trying to figure out why the car stereo wasn’t exactly what either of us had envisioned. Was it the antenna? Was there a problem with the installation?

The very next Saturday Taylor had to work. I agreed to return to the dealer and find out why the stereo sounded the way it did and what if anything could be done.

Needless to say, I was loaded for bear. Raring to go. Prepared to walk in and give them a piece of my mind. How could they charge me so much for something that sounded so bad?

Now on the way there, I was listening to the classic rock station where I work and to me the stereo sounded fine. So, what was I going to tell these guys? How was I going to describe the fact that my son wasn’t happy?

I pulled up a few minutes before they were to open and began rehearsing my speech. Once inside I started to explain that I had spent what I thought was a considerable amount of money and that my son wasn’t overly impressed. I then asked if someone could come outside and listen to the system to see what might be the problem? After asking me a few questions and pulling up my account, a very nice young man replied, “Sure, let’s go check it out”.

Once outside, his first question to me was, “How old is your son?” I replied, “He’s 19”. After turning the volume way past what was comfortable for my 58-year-old ears and hearing what again appeared to be nothing but distortion, he turned to me and said “You need a subwoofer, your speakers are washing out”.

"You need a subwoofer"
Mind you that’s exactly what my wife said; “He needs a subwoofer.” No offense, but what did she know? I’m the one who plays in a band. I’m the one who works at a radio station. Why in the world does he need a subwoofer?

The car stereo specialist went on to explain that kids these days need that bottom end, that THUMP.

He said “it’s all about dat bass, ‘bout dat bass,” to which I replied “we don’t play that song on KZOK." 

He then went on to explain that a subwoofer splits the bass and treble, diverting it from the speakers in the door and evenly distributing it to something called the “sound table."

After assuring me that by adding a couple extra speakers in the back doors and a subwoofer, the stereo would sound exactly how my 19-year-old wanted it, I shelled out the additional cost and they went to work.

Now I thought I had done my homework. It was bluetooth compatible which is what he wanted and you can make the digital display any color you wanted. Cool! What more could a kid possible want? I would soon find out.

Later that afternoon Taylor and I went to pick up his 4Runner.

After paying for the additional speakers and installation, we walked out to the parking lot and Taylor got in the driver’s seat. The salesman from whom I had made the initial purchase joined us and began to demonstrate how the system worked.

Upon hearing the initial THUMP of the bass coming from the subwoofer (a box mounted in the very back of the vehicle) and the high end only coming from the additional door speakers, the corners of Taylor’s mouth began to curl upward ever so slightly until he smiled a smile I will not soon forget. Success! It was absolutely priceless. I could tell that I had knocked it out the park.

Like his Mother, I think he knew early on that he needed a subwoofer, but didn’t want to appear ungrateful or unappreciative.



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Rob Oxford: You Say You Want A Resolution

Wednesday, January 1, 2020

List and photo
by Rob Oxford

By Rob Oxford

I’ve never been a fan of making “New Year’s Resolutions”. I’ve tried doing so in the past and found that more often than not I was setting myself up for failure.

I also don’t believe that January 1st is the only time one can decide to make certain changes in their lives.

However, I do believe that change can be good. Especially changing unhealthy behavior. Six years ago, on December 23rd, almost a week before the new year, I made the best decision of my life and I’ve never regretted it for a moment.

Now granted there are certain things I’ve just come to accept, certain things that will never change.

I’m probably never going to have a six pack and unlike my friend Steve, I’m probably never going to finish the New York Marathon. 

Also, despite the assurance of former television personality John Curley, there is nothing that will “promote the regrowth of my own natural hair" and I’m probably never going to finish my degree. Happily, these are all things with which I can live.

The following are the 10 most common resolutions people make for the new year.
  1. Lose weight
  2. Improve your finances
  3. Exercise
  4. Get a new job
  5. Eat healthier
  6. Manage stress better
  7. Stop smoking
  8. Improve a relationship
  9. Stop procrastinating


I’ll finish the list later… just kidding, number 10 is Set aside time for yourself.

Each of these can be accomplished with hard work and the right attitude. Improving one’s finances and getting a new job may be more difficult than exercising or eating healthier, but there are certain keys that should enable one to be successful in achieving their goals.

First, it’s ok to have a list of 10 changes you’d like to make, but probably best to limit your expectations to three or four.

Richard O’Connor, author of the book “Happy at Last: The Thinking Person’s Guide to Finding Joy” suggests being very specific. 

Instead of just “planning on exercising more,” consciously set aside a few minutes every other day to workout. Write this time down on a calendar that is visible. This will also help you to achieve #10 on the list above, “set aside time for yourself”.

If improving your finances happens to be a goal, look into automatic withdrawal. Have a small amount taken directly out of your check each pay period. You’ll be pleasantly surprised at how quickly it can add up.

“Visualization” is also an important key to accomplishing your goals. Write them down and keep them in a prominent place where they are accessible and can be viewed easily.

Two other important factors in being successful at keeping New Year’s Resolutions involve forgiveness and reward.

It is important to realize the potential to “slip” (notice I didn’t use the word “fail”) can be part of the process.

In the past I made the mistake of thinking that because I had “slipped,” I couldn’t just start over. Instead I needed to wait for some significant date to begin again. This is why I pointed out earlier that the change I made in my life was two weeks before New Year's Eve six years ago. Not a particularly important date on the calendar.

I also believe that rewarding oneself is important. Whether it’s realizing you’ve been able to save $400 without even thinking about it and buying yourself a $100 pair of shoes or after working out regularly, skipping a day. Give yourself credit and enjoy your success.

Finally, don’t make a resolution because you think you “should” - make it because it’s something you want to do.

2019 was a wonderful year for the Oxford Family, we are so blessed to live in the Shoreline Community. May the new year bring you all much joy and happiness and if at all possible a Mariner Baseball team that makes it to the postseason.



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Rob Oxford: Good Morning and Merry Christmas to all of our readers

Wednesday, December 25, 2019

Text and photos by Rob Oxford

For me, Christmas will always mean first and foremost the birth of Christ. In my world it isn’t up for debate.

For as long as I can remember, each Christmas the first decoration to be displayed in our home was the manger scene purchased by my Mother several years before I was born. One of my most prized keepsakes and a bit tattered, my wife continues to honor that tradition by finding the box in which it is kept and putting it out before anything else.



I’m not a particularly religious person, however I do consider myself to be spiritual. I embrace the human spirit and try to see the good in all of man. I say both “Merry Christmas” and “Happy Holidays,” not to be politically correct, but to honor those who began celebrating Hanukkah on the 22nd, anyone celebrating Christmas today and those who will celebrate Kwanzaa tomorrow.

I understand that how we each celebrate this time of year differs greatly. Not everyone approaches the holiday season with the same level of joy and excitement as I. Some frown upon its commercialization, others choose not to celebrate at all. This too should be acceptable behavior.

This year for the very first time, I noticed the Christmas season coming and going much more quickly than in years past. Sandwiched between Thanksgiving and New Year’s as it has always been, the entire month of December has simply whisked by.

This is partially because I chose to work more hours this month, keeping me away from home more than I would have liked. The intent was not to provide more funds in order to go overboard with the gift-giving, but instead to avoid going into debt. We have a family trip planned for April and I’ve set my sights on adequately preparing for that time together.

As a result, this meant less time to put up decorations. In fact, some are still sitting in the front yard waiting to be placed. Yes, I do understand it is now a little too late.


In years past decorating the house meant a great deal. Although my wife still does a masterful job on the inside, the days of considering myself the Clark Griswold of 26th Ave NE. have all but disappeared entirely. As my children have gotten older and my body a little less limber, adorning the outside of the house with lights has taken a backseat to simply enjoying those decorations my other more able-bodied neighbors exhibit.

Traditions are important and we have many. Some have changed out of necessity; others remain the same. Early on the morning of Christmas Eve we will always go to the mall for cinnamon rolls from Cinnabon and so our “little boys” can have their pictures taken with Santa.


At some point during the day I’ll try to find my two favorite movies on the television, Frank Capra’s “It’s A Wonderful Life” and the 1951 version of “A Christmas Carol” starring Alastair Sim. Before bed we will always open one present and we will still leave cookies and milk for the jolly old elf. Then on Christmas Day I’ll again take too many photos and my sons will complain.

This year, when asked by my children what I “wanted for Christmas,” the answer was incredibly simple. I want more time together as a family. In years past I felt obligated to name some type of “thing.” Perhaps a rake to help with the gardening, a sweatshirt, a Harley Davidson (I always throw that one out there for the obligatory “yeah right!”). This year I realized I literally have everything I could possibly need. My family, my health, good friends and a great job. I sincerely hope you do as well.

I am so incredibly fortunate to have the privilege of writing for the Shoreline Area News. I would like to thank our editor Ms. Diane Hettick for the opportunity and Mr. Frank Workman for opening the door. It continues to be an enjoyable experience.

May you all enjoy the day in whatever manner you choose and may the upcoming new year be your best.




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Rob Oxford: How sweet it is at the Sweet Pearl Bakery

Wednesday, December 18, 2019

Nichole Stowers and the Sweet Pearl Bakery


By Rob Oxford

Who doesn’t love fresh-baked goods during the holidays or anytime for that matter?

I have several favorites myself. Among them shortbread cookies, haystack cookies using chocolate AND butterscotch, Nanaimo bars, Almond Joy cookies and pies of any kind, except pumpkin and mincemeat. Especially considering there is absolutely no “meat” in a mincemeat pie.

I also have a soft spot for cupcakes and fresh breads. Olive loaf, Sourdough, it doesn’t matter, as long as each is accompanied by real butter which I can then spread.

My mother-in-law, who is retired, bakes enough goodies during the holidays to feed a platoon. She also prepares the most delicious holiday meals for which my taste buds and waistline are most grateful.

Disguised as an espresso stand, Sweet Pearl is located
in the 4-Corners Business District
Photo by Rob Oxford

For some, baking is a passion. For a fortunate few, that passion can become a successful business.

Several months ago, as I drove down to Richmond Beach in search of my morning coffee, I discovered a tiny bakery not necessarily visible to those who randomly pass by, but a favorite to many locals in the area.

Disguised as an espresso stand, the Sweet Pearl Bakery has been churning out delicious baked goods for just over a year, and six days a week its owner and lone employee Nichole Stowers cheerfully greets every customer with a smile.

Menu board at Sweet Pearl
Photo by Rob Oxford
As I approached the walkup window, the first thing I noticed was the certificate prominently displayed in the window signifying the establishment had received a Food Safety Rating from King County of “Excellent”. You can’t possibly get any better than excellent.

Having run a commercial bakery prior to opening Sweet Pearl, Nichole's desire to open a storefront landed her at 641 NW Richmond Beach Rd where she specializes in delicious baked goods for all occasions.

Using only the finest ingredients like locally sourced Shepherds Grain, a premium pastry flour grown in the Northwest, one bite of a fresh-from-the-oven molasses cookie is all the proof you need that homemade beats store bought every time.

She also serves Caffe Appassionato coffee which is freshly roasted in the Magnolia area of Seattle.

In other words, if buying local is as important to you as it is to me, Sweet Pearl Bakery has you covered.

Nichole is available to cater your special event and is happy to design a beautiful wedding cake based on your personal specifications.

Available until Christmas
Photo courtesy Sweet Pearl

Currently accepting holiday orders, Sweet Pearl is offering Baker’s Dozen cookie boxes decorated with festive Christmas Trees, Rudolph and his red nose or a beautiful poinsettia. Gluten free options are always available by special order. 

Whether you pretend to have spent all afternoon in the kitchen preparing these delicious holiday treats yourself or choose to give credit where credit is due, a plate of Sweet Pearl Bakery cupcakes or cookies at your holiday gathering is sure to impress those in attendance. 
If you decide on the former, before your guests arrive, dab a little flower on the end of your nose for effect.

Like Sweet Pearl Bakery on Facebook or find them on the web.

Before concluding our interview, I had one final question for Nichole to which she replied, “the only Fruitcake Sweet Pearl Bakery has served since our opening is you Rob”. Well played Nichole, well played.

Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas!



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Rob Oxford: Take the time

Sunday, December 1, 2019

Uncle David, Cousin Cindy, Aunt Bev and Mom

By Rob Oxford

I recently spent an afternoon with my 95-year-old Uncle and his daughters, affectionately referred to by our entire family as the 4 Wood Girls.

They all live on the east coast, so seeing them albeit for only a few hours was a special treat.

When I was a young boy, my Mother’s big brother was a very large and imposing figure.

Extremely tall with great hair, big hands, a big smile, big voice and even bigger laugh. I don’t know if it was because he had no sons and was always surrounded by beautiful women, but I never felt quite comfortable in his presence. Of course, that may have been because I was the “baby of the family” and always treated as such by my Mother.

He may also have expected more of his youngest nephew than I was able to give. Regardless, I always loved time spent with the Wood Family although it didn’t happen nearly enough.

When I was 11 or 12, I stayed a couple weeks at my Uncle’s “land” on Loughborough Lake in Ontario. I think it was the first time I’d been away from home for an extended period.

Rob's first time on waterskis

That was a great summer. With the help of my Aunt Elizabeth, my Mother’s baby sister, my cousins taught me to water ski. Sitting on the edge of the dock with my skis in the water, hesitant but confident, I gave the thumbs up and vrrrooom, off I went! No splinters in my rear, which was my main concern and I didn’t even get went.

I learned much that summer. I learned to be independent, I learned that being the only male living with 5 women had to be difficult and I learned that my Uncle David loved me. However, just how much wouldn’t be revealed until many, many years later.

When my Mother passed away, my Uncle David came to her memorial service in Dallas and delivered the eulogy. I still have a copy. I don’t remember speaking with him that weekend, then again, I’m not sure he would have wanted to hear from me. I wasn’t necessarily in a good place then and I’m sure he’d heard the stories. 

Simply put, I caused my mother much heartache the last few years of her life. Probably no more or less than any other son in his early 20’s learning to spread his wings, the difference being my Mother was suffering from terminal cancer and when I should have been more caring and respectful, I wasn’t.

At the time, I never considered that my Uncle David was losing his little sister. Despite living thousands of miles away he may have felt it was somehow his responsibility to care for and protect her. It had to have been very hard. After all, he’d known her much longer than I.

It would be quite some time before I would see any of the Wood Family again. Christmas cards would be exchanged and I would get bits and pieces of information from different sources, but in all honesty, I was lost and I had been for a very long time. I’d not lived up to anyone’s expectations, including my own, so what was the purpose in being found?

I often wonder what it would have been like to grow up living in the same city as the majority of your relatives? Spending holidays, birthdays and vacations with each other. Attending graduations, weddings and baby showers. My family is spread from one end of the continent to the other. But then again, some families live in the very same city and don’t see each other for decades.

I can’t pinpoint when it was that I finally decided to become “responsible.” It may have been with the passing of my Father many years later, but all of the sudden I started caring about my extended family. I began trying to reconnect the dots. I travelled to see my Aunt Lois and Uncle Roger in Saskatchewan a couple of times and met up with several of my relatives there.

Then out of the blue, I began making phone calls to people I hadn’t spoken to in years, talk about awkward. I hesitate to use the term “making amends,” but essentially that’s what I was attempting to do. I started to realize that for some of us, time was most likely running out and I wanted to spend some of what was left with those whom I loved.

Remember that summer on Loughborough Lake, the summer I learned to ski and be independent? I learned several other valuable lessons that summer. The first being that a young boy of 11 or 12 who insists he can handle a canoe by himself, despite his uncle’s advice, can find himself in trouble rather quickly when the wind comes up on a lake in Canada. I also learned that sound can travel great distances over water and finally, I learned that my cousins were very good at keeping secrets.

I had taken the canoe out farther than I should have and soon found myself up you-know-what creek… however, I had a paddle. Unfortunately, the paddle was doing me no good. I was rapidly being blown further and further away from shore. Scared and frustrated, I started to cry… loudly.

Fortunately for me, my cousin Cynthia heard my plea and contacted my Uncle. Moments later, out of nowhere, as though commanding a Coast Guard Cutter, they arrived to tow me back to shore. Before doing so they politely asked if I “needed any help?”

Trying to nonchalantly wipe away tears I replied, “No, no I’m fine.” Sensing that I wasn’t necessarily “fine,” they mentioned that dinner was almost ready and was I “sure I wouldn’t like to be towed back to the dock?”

“Oh, dinner's almost ready? Well if you think that would be best?” ...attempting to disguise my relief I was thankful to have been rescued.

It would be 30 years or more before I was told that my cousins knew of my plight, that my rescue wasn’t just happenstance and that my Uncle had threatened them if they ever said a word.

That was the precise moment I realized just how much My Uncle David loved me.

I wish I’d spent more time with the 4 Wood Girls, my Aunt Bev and my Uncle David.

I wish I could spend another summer on Loughborough Lake. Because time does eventually run out.

So, until it does, be sure to “Take the Time”.




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Rob Oxford: This is a text, this is only a text

Monday, November 18, 2019

m-o-r-k--a-n-d--e-g-g-s
By Rob Oxford

I am not a “texter”. There, I said it!

It’s obviously a generational thing or quite possibly because my fingers are a bit too fat?

Whichever the case may be, a good ol’ fashioned telephone conversation is my preferred mode of communicating. I’m also proficient with smoke signals and enjoy a nice hand-written letter in cursive, but that’s an article for another time.

Now I will admit that in certain situations, the ability to send a quick message containing just a few words or a short sentence can be extremely beneficial. For instance, “pick you up at 8,” “be home by 10,” “milk and eggs,” or “call me”…I use the last one a lot.

I’m ok with these. They’re short, to the point and extremely difficult to misinterpret. In fact the worst that can happen is that you stop by the store and after grabbing a dozen eggs, ask the cashier where you can find the mork?

Don’t look at me, I thought it was some kind of leavening agent.

The written word can be confusing. Especially if you’re overly sarcastic like me. A meaning can be misconstrued, a point not articulated correctly, a joke can be taken out of context. Just spend a day on Facebook and you’ll see what I mean.

It’s just so much easier to pick up the phone. That is unless you’re a Millennial at your Grandparents' house and theirs is a rotary phone or you have long-winded relatives like some of mine.

Such is the case when a question I thought could be easily answered like “can we bring anything for dinner?” turned into a complete recitation of the entire Thanksgiving meal that was to be served. Afterward, in the overly sarcastic manner which is my custom, my response was “So, basically the answer is no?” At which point I regretted not sending a text.

LMK - NVM

Then there’s the acronyms. Who came up with these? Are these taught in school and is it required learning or a 2nd semester elective?

Obviously, some have been around for decades. We know that AKA means “Also Known As.” FYI means “For Your Information” and BYOB, well that one had better not be used in any of my kid’s text messages. At least not for a few more years anyhow or MMW…”Mark My Words”, there’ll be some explaining that needs to be done.

There’s no question these “codes” are meant to befuddled and confuse parents.

We’ve all witnessed our teens or twenty-somethings, fingers flying across their phone’s keypad. Until doing research for this article, I literally had no idea how they could possibly type so fast and have it be legible. There had to be a manual. “Texting for Dummies” perhaps?

“Voila!” May I present the definitive guide to texting shorthand.

HTH, “Hope This Helps”?

Now I get that some people just don’t like talking on the phone, which is precisely my reason for calling certain relatives, those I alluded to above, as infrequently as possible. However, sometimes it is necessary.

For example, my brother John has a smart phone but has never sent a text. He wouldn’t know how. If I want to stay in touch with him, I have to call... which I do about once a week. John has been around a long time and literally has no desire to learn about new technology. In fact, he often tells me about his friend Alexander. You remember, the one who said “Mr. Watson come in here, I want to see you”?

First patented by Mr. Bell in 1877, we’ve come a very long way since the invention of the telephone. From the electric telegraph to Morse code, soup cans with string tied between them and even “speaking tubes” which in some cases are still used today.

My friend George suggested we just revert to using Semaphores (from the Greek word sema, meaning sign and phero, meaning to bear), a system of conveying information using a series of flags or paddles.

Although I’m quite sure in doing so he was merely applying the same sarcastic tone for which I am well known.

Instead I’ll continue to use the same “hunt and peck” style of texting I have adapted when writing my articles. In the meantime, if you prefer just pick up the old “Blower” (British slang for the Telephone) and shoot me a call at BR549.



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Rob Oxford: Every Game Means Something

Thursday, November 14, 2019

Rob Oxford at his radio show

By Rob Oxford

The end of this year’s high school football season has come much too soon for my liking. Call it an obsession if you wish, but between the months of August and November, I am consumed with the sport.

From watching our local Highlanders and Richmond Junior Bulldogs to cheering for our Huskies and Seahawks, football keeps me well entertained.

I will enjoy one more year of watching my son compete at the high school level and supporting his team. Then it will be another parents’ duty to preside over the Highlander Football Gridiron Group. 

A torch my wife and I will regret having to pass, but one we both hope will burn bright for many years to come.

I received a private message recently from a friend whose son decided to play organized football for the first time this season. She was responding to a comment I had made on Facebook. It was her son’s senior year in high school and up until this year, he hadn’t shown much interest in the sport.

At the beginning of the season I doubt this young man expected to play all that much let alone start. Regardless, he worked hard to learn his position. Attending practice each day and proudly wearing his uniform each Friday night, he developed a relationship with his teammates. One that I witnessed personally and one his coaches certainly recognized.

His parents attended his games. Cheering for their son and his team, patiently waiting to see him participate. Secretly hoping that maybe tonight would be the night.

I mention this in part because some parents, at times mine included, fail to find the importance of being in the stands and rooting for a child who may or may not get much if any playing time.

I remember during high school my father asking if tonight I thought I would “get to play?” My honest response which was quite often “no”, usually dictated whether or not I would see him in the stands later that evening.

The point I hope to make is this, whether your child starts or plays at all … doesn’t matter.

The fact that you took the time to be present, that you found nothing more important to do during those few hours than be there for them, will leave an impact long remembered and appreciated.

Of course, we want to see them play. We want to see them make a game saving tackle or score the game winning touchdown. But quite often those things mean more to us than they do to them.

During the season this young man was fortunate to experience some time on the field. Although limited and usually when his team was up by several touchdowns, he took his role seriously and by all accounts did very well.

Unfortunately, his team had been eliminated from the playoffs sooner than everyone had hoped. This meant that together they would have one final game. One final opportunity to take the field as brothers in battle.

On the Monday that started their final week of practice, one of his teammates had decided to quit. Considering they had been eliminated from progressing further in search of a district championship, it was reported that the player felt this final game “didn’t mean anything”. It was in essence a consolation game.

Personally, I found this extremely disturbing. Quitting is not in my vocabulary and I have taught my sons that to do so is unacceptable.

An extremely talented athlete, this starting player may have had other more complex reasons for his departure. However, if he had he failed to share them with his coaches or “former” teammates.

At the suggestion of a good friend and mentor, I took some time preparing this article. I didn’t want its purpose being lost.

My intention is not to focus on the fact that in my opinion one player made a poor decision and decided to walk away from his team. Therefore, abandoning the opportunity to end his senior season on a high note.

Instead I hope to convey the message that every game means something. Whether a championship is at stake, the opportunity to set a record or break a losing streak, every game means something.

What it meant to one family in particular was an opportunity to fulfill a dream. Because of this players belief that this last game “didn’t mean anything”, another player was given the opportunity to be the “next man up” and his mother was afforded the opportunity to hear her sons name called over the loudspeaker as a starter for the first time all season.

Neither of them quit. She kept coming regardless of the amount of playing time her son was receiving and he kept coming to practice, in preparation to answer the call if and when it came.

Although she agreed with me that the player who quit the team’s decision to do so was perplexing and that she hoped his decision to do so wouldn’t affect him long term, her private message also expressed how watching her son play in his final game as a senior was well worth the many cold nights she sat there waiting for him to get his chance. She described the pride she felt in hearing his name called upon making tackles and what it meant to him to finally have the opportunity to contribute to the success of his team.

Although they appear to be a thing of the past, where I grew up that one start would have been enough to earn a player a highly sought-after Letterman’s Jacket. Although many sizes too small, mine still holds a special place in the corner of my closet.

In an impressive manner, the team went on to win their final game against a very talented opponent, capping off the best season their current coach has every experienced.

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Rob Oxford: Halloween House

Thursday, October 24, 2019

The Halloween lineup at Del Rudolph's
Photo by Rob Oxford

By Rob Oxford

While returning an item borrowed from a friend earlier this week, I found myself taking a wrong turn and getting lost. To my delight I happened upon this marvelous Halloween display just off 15th Ave NE across from Fircrest.

Pirate ships and Halloween trains
Photo by Rob Oxford

I love decorations, but I must confess that since my sons are now in their teens and much less likely to be around during the holidays, spending hours digging in the attic for decorations and untangling strings of colored lights has lost some of its appeal. 

Not so for Del Rudolph and his wife Diana. Together they take great pride in decorating their home for the holidays. Halloween, Christmas, Easter. They have wooden cutouts for every occasion.

What started over two decades ago as a single Bugs Bunny cutout for their first grandchild, has now blossomed into literally hundreds of holiday decorations which Del takes great pride in setting up each year. Some are quite ornate, like the three-piece pirate ship with its ghostly crew or the dragon that hangs above the carport. As one can imagine, the Rudolph’s home can become quite popular depending on the season.

In storage until Christmas
Photo by Rob Oxford

All handmade with a jigsaw and expertly painted, Del was happy to give me a quick tour of his outbuilding which houses nothing but his fabulous creations. Out of respect for his neighbors, he declined my request to include his address in this article, citing the abundance of traffic which already finds its way down his street each year.

However, he assured me that when night falls and the ghouls and goblins awaken from their afternoon naps, a slow drive north on 15th Ave NE from 145th in the vicinity of Hamlin Park and the old Fircrest school, looking west one might easily spot a friendly witch returning from an evening ride on her magic broom.

I appreciate Del taking the time to share his passion with me and look forward to visiting once again at Christmastime. I’m certain our community of Shoreline hosts many homes like that of Del and Diana Rudolph and to find them, I plan on “getting lost” more frequently.



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Football: The Year of The Scot?

Saturday, August 31, 2019

2019 Scots


By Rob Oxford


With the end of summer comes another school year and for the many who enjoy it, another season of football. Whether you still have a player in high school as do I, prefer the college game over the pros or join a fantasy league each year to compete against friends and fellow employees, another season is finally upon us.

This year, in his tenth as Shorecrest High School, Head Coach Brandon Christensen and the supporters of Highlander Football appear to have a team they can truly be excited about.

With many schools in their league having graduated standout players, the Scots, who are returning 7 Offensive and 8 Defensive starters, are no longer a “young team”. Led by 4-year starting QB Eladio Fountain, if nothing else, the Scots have experience.

In his junior year at Left Tackle Jordan Glesener will be opening holes for Markus Selzler, Marcus Tidwell and Gabe Nelson while pass protection will fall on the shoulders of interior lineman Jacob Halvorson, D’Marius Kellogg-Duncan, Abi Sidhu and James Huffman.

Huffman, who has been working hard during the off-season and is much faster and stronger than he was a year ago, will also be bringing the pressure on defense at Middle Linebacker. Other offensive weapons include talented receivers Gannon Dow, Derrick Williams and Carlos Torres.

On Defense, the Scots look forward to the healthy return of Senior Jacob Cruz at Defensive Back and Des Fox who is an equally effective pass-catcher on offense. Also looking to make an impact defensively again this year is Senior linebacker Mathew Potter and juniors Robbie Oxford and Jaxon Taylor.

Should it come down to extra points or a field goal win in overtime, the Highlanders have one of the best kickers around in Gavin Dalziel. Gavin has spent much of the last year under the tutelage of Husky Hall of Famer Jeff Jaeger.

The first game on their schedule is this coming Friday September 6, 2019 when they travel north to take on Marysville-Getchell. 

To this writer, equally exciting as those returning for what will be their final year on a high school football team, are the seniors who have decided to strap on the pads for the very first time. Some have been standout baseball players and track athletes; others may just want to experience the brotherhood of being a “Gridiron” Highlander. Regardless, they have been welcomed with open arms and each in their own way have something to contribute to what could be a very successful year for Shorecrest.

There are no new clichés when it comes to this game. “Winners Never Quit and Quitters Never Win,” “Football is Family,” “You have to leave it all out on the field,” - fortunately all of these are true. Whether it has been your life or it is your first time experiencing the game, football done right will bring out the best in all who participate.

I make no excuses for being a football fanatic. Yes, there are issues in professional sports that need to be addressed. Yes, college athletes should probably be paid for generating millions of dollars in revenue for their prospective schools, but we’re not there yet. These are student athletes. These are young men and in the case of one young player at Shorewood High School, women, who are learning about accountability. They are learning about commitment, dedication, responsibility and a whole host of other positive attributes to be gained from being involved in a team sport.

So, whether you are a Thunderbird or a Scot for the next few months, the place to be on a Friday Night at 7pm is Shoreline Stadium.



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Rob Oxford: Radio Dazed

Rob's favorite radio personality
Steve Slaton
By Rob Oxford

For as long as I can remember radio has been a friend and constant companion. Before starting my own career, radio kept me entertained on long drives, kept me company on lonely nights and most importantly kept me informed. 

Radio introduced me to most of my favorite music. Radio informed those alive at the time of the bombing of Pearl Harbor, that man had landed on the moon and that the King had died.

Radio has always been there. Well at least since August 30, 1920.

Unfortunately, when your favorite radio personality is taken off the air or chooses to seek employment elsewhere, they rarely if ever get the opportunity to say goodbye.

They seldom get to thank the listener for their years of loyalty. They don’t get to tell them how much they have appreciated their support or how much THEIR listening to THEM has meant and believe me, to them it has meant a lot. You hope like hell that they show up somewhere else on the dial a few months later, but that may or may not always be the case.

A great radio personality knows that every day, to whom you choose to listen and spend your time with is indeed a choice. A great radio personality knows that without you, the radio listener, they have absolutely no reason to ever turn on their microphone.

Sadly, like many businesses we now patronize, radio stations are no longer locally owned. The cash-out came some time ago and although most of us still in the industry had secretly hoped for the best, it has steadily become clear that radio IS just a business.

Yes, it has always been a business, but for many years it was a business with a heart. At one time radio cared about local bands struggling to put out quality music. At one time, radio cared about local events - not all of which would put dollars into the pockets of their owners, but instead provide a valuable public service to those who made that important choice to listen.

My first Program Director, Steve Young, imparted to me that “If it was of interest to the listener, it was worth sharing.” He never once told me “if we’re not getting paid for it, don’t mention it.” 

Steve Slaton with Beach Boy Dennis Wilson
To the executive sitting in a corner office thousands of miles away, the connection between a broadcaster or disc jockey and the audience they hope to attract (and keep) is no longer relevant. 

However, to those in the Pacific Northwest who for the past 50 years have listened to veteran radio announcer Steve Slaton…I can tell you, it is!

Upon moving to Seattle in 1986, the first thing I did was find my favorite radio station. At that time, it was FM100 KISW. These were my first Seattle friends. Dan Wilke, Mike Jones, Cathy Faulkner, Jon Ballard, Jim Kampman and “Mr. Seattle Radio” Steve Slaton. 

They would eventually become my family, but first during what was a most turbulent time in my life, they were my daily companions.

Periodically, all the jocks would gather together on a Sunday morning and take phone calls. I still have the recording of what was called “KISW’s Rock-N-Roll Roundtable” in which my call was aired. I told those assembled that I was interested in radio and that I did funny voices and impersonations.

I remember “The Late” Cathy Faulkner, who is still very much alive, telling me that I should first perfect my own voice and work on the funny voices later. Sound advice that I later used to my advantage.

Fast forward three years and I was an intern at KISW. I probably spent far too much time at the studio, but there was no place else I wanted to be. At the time, Steve Slaton was doing the 2pm – 6pm shift. He was the “Boss with The Hot Sauce” and I just wanted to be around him. Secretly, I was hoping that some of his greatness would rub off. 

A bit apprehensive at first, I would find different reasons to be in the studio while he was on air. 

I would then offer to refile the stacks of LP’s (records) he had previously played. I would run errands. I would listen as he answered each call or as many as his time in between songs would allow. I was in awe as he baffled listener after listener with episodes of “Stump Slaton.”

 I was also told time and time again by others in the programing department that I “shouldn’t bother the jocks while they were on the air.” I didn’t listened and thankfully, Steve didn’t mind.

Steve Slaton with the author and the KISW Fly’s


One of my fondest radio memories is finally being asked to join the KISW Fly’s softball team where Steve was pitcher and coach. This was my chance, if I couldn’t squeeze my way on to the airwaves just yet, I would prove myself invaluable by hitting home runs, which I often did.

Radio listeners would submit their team requests and Sundays we would gather at Lower Woodland to deliver the damage. I looked forward to the opportunity for the Fly’s to continue their win streak of 388 wins and hearing that news shared on the air the following Monday. Especially considering the team was only a few years old and we played maybe 4 or 5 games a season. While you do the math, remember this was “our radio station.”

Ask anyone and they will tell you Steve Slaton is a radio icon in Seattle. There are many in the same category, names like Pat O’Day, Lan Roberts and Larry Nelson, but Steve is the only jock I’ve ever met who is precisely the same behind the microphone as he is on the street or in front of an audience. Steve Slaton is who I, perhaps unsuccessfully, have aspired to be. Comfortable with his fame, unpretentious, honest and sincere.

To chronicle a career as impressive as Steve’s would take more pages than I am afforded in this column and respectively, some of what he has experienced should probably be left to the imagination. More specifically inviting the likes of Van Halen to join him live in the studio. But rest assured there will be a chapter, a rather long chapter in my book, dedicated to Mr. Slaton.

Most recently, Mr. Slaton had been the midday host at 102.5 KZOK and delivered his world-famous two hour specialty program entitled “Breakfast With The Beatles” every Sunday morning from 8am – 10am.

This November, Steve would have completed 50 years on the radio. At that time, he may or may not have decided to call it a career. Regardless, we thank you Steve, for helping to destroy disco and for not telling me the band's name, but only that “their initials are AC/DC”.



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Rob Oxford: School’s out for Deanna Mar

Monday, July 8, 2019

Former students drop in to say goodbye to Deanna Mar
Photo by Rob Oxford


By Rob Oxford

One could safely assume that for a teacher, the greatest compliment they could ever receive might come from a student who remembers them and their influence many, many years after graduation.

Obviously, a teacher may not necessarily remember each of her students, having taught thousands over the length of their career, but that in itself might make such an honor even more special.

Now I don’t mean that a teacher should consider it a compliment for being remembered for the same reasons I remember my 8th Grade Teacher and Football Coach. To me, he will always be remembered for the many times he sent me into the hallway for being a disruption in class.

No, I’m referring to those teachers who because of their passion, dedication, understanding and genuine love for their profession, forever hold special places in the hearts of the students they’ve taught.

A former student congratulations Deanna Mar
on her retirement
Photo by Rob Oxford


I’m talking about teachers who develop personal relationships with their students. Teachers who can identify specific students who require extra attention and then provide it without hesitation. Teachers who temper instruction with humor. Teachers whom, despite their meager salaries spend their own money on school supplies.

Teachers who spend their weekends grading papers who sometimes sacrifice spending time with their own children in order to spend time with ours.

One such teacher is Ms. Deanna Mar. Ms. Mar is retiring from Briarcrest Elementary School after 32 years and will be greatly missed I can assure you.

A graduate of the University of Washington with a Master’s in Education, Ms. Mar has been teaching for a total of 42 years. 10 of which were spent at the Fircrest School working with the severely disabled. It is there that she says she learned the most about herself by developing patience and understanding for those in desperate need of assistance.

At the end of her final week as a 5th Grade Teacher, for which she spent 9 years and the rest teaching 6th Grade, I sat down and had lunch with Ms. Mar and her good friend Phyllis Woodward.

Phyllis worked as a Paraeducator alongside Ms. Mar for many years and they have remained good friends. Phyllis shared some details about Deanna’s passion and the type of person she is that Ms. Mar may not have revealed on her own. Somewhat humble, getting her to share her accomplishments was more difficult than I had first imagined it would be.

When Phyllis was dealing with a medical issue that kept her sidelined for an entire summer, it was Deanna who spent her days offering assistance, while Phyllis’ children took over that duty at night. Described by her friend as a kind, caring and giving person, prior to her release from the hospital, Ms. Mar had air conditioning installed in Phyllis’ home in order to keep her cool during her recovery.

Born at Seattle General Hospital, which merged with Swedish back in the mid 70’s, Deanna’s grandparents immigrated from China and her aunt was Ruby Chow, the famous Seattle restaurateur and politician. Ruby Chow's restaurant on First Hill in Seattle was the first Chinese restaurant outside of Seattle's Chinatown and once employed a young man by the name of Bruce Lee.

Before becoming a world-renowned master of martial arts and the founder of Jeet Kune Do, Bruce taught a young Deanna Judo. Ms. Mar chuckles when remembering that because of her size, she was often chosen by her instructor to demonstrate the proper technique for throwing an opponent.

Deanna’s involvement with her students reaches far past her classroom. She was also co-producer of the many fabulous stage productions at Briarcrest and supervised the School Patrol whose responsibility it is to make sure children arrive safely each morning and get to their classes.

An avid reader, lover of all things Mickey Mouse and an expert at Needlepoint, Deanna was also a member of the Chinese Girls Drill Team. The same drill team you see marching each year in the Seafair Torchlight Parade. Her father managed the drill team’s equipment, while her mother was responsible for hand-stitching the extravagant costumes they wear.

Goodbye to Ms Mar
Photo by Rob Oxford


Because I have known her since my wife started working at Briarcrest, it would be difficult to describe Ms. Mar without some obvious bias. Dedicated, intelligent, funny and a bit sassy are all words that fit her description, but you may get a better sense of who she is from someone who was actually in one of her classes.

Make no mistake, with her deep voice Ms. Mar speaks with authority and commands respect. It’s been said that at the end of the year when teachers are assigned, lists are posted and students gather at classroom doors to search for their names, some are initially hesitant when they find they will be in Ms. Mar's class the following year. That is until they get to know her. From that moment on lifelong friendships are often made. I know she has several in our family.

Having taught at the same school for so long, I asked Deanna how often she gets a student whose last name she recognizes? Her answer was occasionally and in fact, some former students actually request their child be put her class.

I’m don't recall the exact words Ms. Mar used when I asked if she had considered returning to teach on a part time basis, but I can tell you that it’s not out of the question.

However, until that time, her immediate plans include sleeping in until 7 and finalizing arrangements for a much-anticipated Mediterranean cruise with friends.

On behalf of my son and all those students who have benefitted from your years of experience and love of teaching, Thank You Ms. Mar. Enjoy your retirement.



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