A lot to talk about this week
The high school sportsâ season(s) got underway with Friday Night Lights and Friday Afternoon Sunshine from outposts like Hunters and Incheliumâto Kettle Falls and Colville.
From my cheap seat, all I have to say is itâs about time.â As an unabashed sports fan of the mostly college and high school persuasion, I have been eagerly awaiting the start of high school sports. Yes, it tends to ratchet up my workload exponentially, but thatâs okay. What else am I going to do? Itâs all about being a good sport all ways and always being a good sport.
This country is one F#!#ed up mess. And no, itâs way beyond Dr. Philâs aura of expertise. Of course, the chaos around us is simply a microcosm of the murder, mayhem and maniacal nonsense going on around an increasingly contentious, dangerous world. And, of course, itâs mostly in the name of religion.
Will the sole survivor out the door please turn off the lights?
Letâs talk about sexual orientation.
For those of you who I havenât immediately lost to another section of the newspaper, thank you for staying with me. I mean no rudeness, crudeness, or offense. But weâre all adults, and I would like to write about an issue that has been nagging at me for a while now.
Marriage has always been like my own personal Sasquatch. Do I really believe in it? Iâve fluctuated between âYes, Iâve seen the proof!â to âNo, if you examine the footage closer you will see thatâs actually a dissatisfied couple in a gorilla suit.â Other times, I have simply been awed and inspired by otherâs commitment to the Love Kool-Aid and their fondness and respect for their partner as they take the ride called life together.
A new top tax rate, higher Medicare taxes and the phase-out of deductions and exemptions could mean higher taxes for wealthier Americans this yearâor not. Legally wed same sex couples, meanwhile, may find the true meaning of the âmarriage penalty.â
One thing is for certain: All taxpayers will have a harder time taking medical deductions.
Usually, I donât hearken to computer games, at least not since my fellow elementary school classmates and myself used to squabble over who got to shoot at pixilated buffalo and deer in The Oregon Trail game during our allotted computer time. Facebook frolics such as Farmville are beyond me, considering that if I actually wanted to bail hay and milk cows, I know several people whose doors I could just knock on as opposed to clicking a mouse.
After both Oregon and Oregon State looked about as interested in playing football last Saturday as I do in putting together a yearly business budget and participating in the hackneyed and clichĂ© Christmas shopping bacchanal, I thought it would be a great idea to test your Northwest Rivalry Recollection this week.
This week and last week are rife with annual college football rivalry games from Left Coast to Right. Most of them I have heard some working AARP knowledge of.
Homer is one of those loveable hound dogs. Heâs very young, so this guy likes to jump and play. Homer is good with other dogs. He is possibly a mix of Beagle Harrier and Walker Hound.
Terri (not her real name) is a cute little girl. She is probably a Wire-Haired Terrier mix. She weighs only 18 pounds. She was found, lost.
Proof that it really is the little things in life:
That magical moment when you are cleaning out your car, thinking how nice a snack would be at that moment, when all of a sudden, "Hey, is that gator jerky under the passenger seat?"
Trust in providence and it shall provide!
Lessons learned the hard way:
It turns out The Lonely Goatherd from The Sound of Music is not a sexy song to spontaneously sing in public. Especially the "Lay ee odl lay ee odl lay hee ho" part. People tend to think you are a non-English speaker with Tourette syndrome, or that you are in need of a Riccola.
By Chris Cowbrough, Publisher