I was just a pup in 1968 when I joined the staff at The Spokesman-Review. I was fresh from Florida, a bride of one year and someone who had only been west of the Mississippi River (coming to Spokane) once in my life.
I have not climbed Mt. Kilimanjaro, had a zipline adventure in New Zealand or gone to Mardi Gras – but I did visit a friend in California recently, and I feel as invigorated and peppy as if I had done any of the more exciting things that travel brochures advertise.
Two weeks ago I asked a question here: Where have all my doctors gone? And I talked about feeling abandoned at the growing loss of the medical care providers – doctors largely in their 50s – in whom I have placed trust. Today, it’s about them.
My friend Tony Bamonte is dead, and I am sad – sad for the loss to his wife, Suzanne; to the law enforcement community, which he cared about deeply to the eclectic group of people who are interested in the region’s history; and to the myriad people who knew him as their friend.
Kylie Smith was born in Spokane 18 years ago to a drug-addicted mother, so her first few weeks of life were difficult. It didn’t get much better for some time.
When I was younger, I, too, used to kind of sigh and do an internal eye roll when I’d hear a group of older people sit around and discuss their latest ailments. Now that I am one of those older people, I kind of get it.
Nothing can cause rising terror more – for a sweet technology troglodyte – than learning that your old flip phone has become obsolete and will no longer be supported by your carrier.
I’ve been spending a fair bit of time in this space focusing on what’s happening with the use and misuse of words and what’s going on with the English language in general. Probably time to move on.
I like to start out every new year focusing on something I enjoy a lot – words. Not my usual curmudgeonly grammar rant – I’ll save that for later – but rather the Words of the Year, as chosen by national and international lexographers.
Like so many of us, I find myself feeling sentimental and reflective at this time of year. More than the Christmas lights and carols, visits with friends and relatives and exchanging gifts, I am thinking of Christmases past, loved ones no longer here and changing times and traditions.