Dixie Bruneau’s letter from last week rang true on many points regarding the police in Blaine. I suspect many feel the same, but for one reason or another feel uncomfortable speaking out. It’s sad, isn’t it? If you have paid any attention to the goings-on in the United States in the last few months, no doubt you’ve noticed that the police have gotten a pretty bad rap in most major cities for a plethora of problems; the primary of which is, of course, a refusal to hear or tolerate differing opinions. Remember that picture from Occupy Seattle of the 84-year-old pepper spray victim?
It’s a big jump – a chasm, even, to compare a stop light ticket to pepper spraying an elderly woman, but the heart of the argument is similar. If the law becomes inflexible, if I can’t disagree with the fact that indeed, I counted “one-two-three” at the stop light, then how far have we fallen?
I was taught in school that when I was trying to persuade someone, I needed to recognize the opposing arguments. So here it is – you ask, “What about when the police are correct? When someone is arguing for arguing’s sake?” That sounds great to me. If I ran that stop light, I’m still allowed to disagree with the police officer. That’s my prerogative.
Thank you, Dixie, for having the courage to write some words that needed to be said.
I’m looking for a photo of a beacon/marker that was installed in Departure Bay after the lighthouse was dismantled in 1944.
Here is the story. We had a cabin in White Rock for many years and we did a lot of crabbing and clamming. One day I was about 50 feet from the marker in about two feet of water at a very low tide. A fish hardly two feet long kept circling me and turning over on its side and went after my legs. It took me a while to realize this was a baby shark, so I tried to catch it.
Well, I was going in circles, not sure what direction I was going and suddenly found myself in three feet of water. And I thought, “Where is mama shark?” I turned around to head for shore when I realized that a thick fog rolled in and I could not see land, not even the beacon that was on my left – I would have gone to it just to get out of the water. I did not know where I was on an incoming tide.
Then I saw the shark fin circling me, and this was no baby shark. That fin had to be a good foot out of the water. I could barely see 10 or 12 feet but I could see the fin through the fog. I was in some trouble. The waves from the shark stirred up the wave action, and I could not see which way the tidal waves were coming from so I could head for land. Then the only thing that saved my butt was the whistle of a train coming from Blaine into White Rock. Now I had a direction. I was close to the marker that could have given me a direction. It was on my left.
I am writing a book, and this is just one of my experiences. I kissed the sand when I made it to terra firma, a little salty but it sure tasted good. That shark must have been a great white. Getting out of the water was a chore. My eyes turned into a search light. What a day that was. I think the baby shark must have phoned home and it wasn’t for ET.
I sure would like a photo of that beacon just to recreate the situation. I really would appreciate any assistance in a photo or picture. I am still not sure how I got out of that mess. I thank God for that train – I was walking the wrong way. I had paralleled the beach.
(Ed. note: Anyone with information on the old marker can contact email@example.com.)
The editor’s note regarding Mr. Woods letter in first issue in January states local non-Nexus traffic is still able to access D Street via the off ramp. That is correct and we can sit in the traffic like we did before the ramp which is why the ramp went in. So we are back to where we started: sitting in traffic just trying to go home from the store.
WSDOT should also put up signs (maybe in more than one language) pointing out that it is illegal for truckers to block intersections. I had to sit through three lights because of two trucks who had progressed very little in the traffic. Those wanting to go through the intersection to take the longer way home couldn’t do so at all. We end up trapped in traffic no matter what.
Our family wishes to recognize the quick arrival and well-organized resuscitation efforts of the North Whatcom Fire and Rescue personnel on behalf of my husband, Ludwig Kraus. I also give recognition to Pastor Charles Gibson; but most of all, I thank sheriff’s deputy Zac Reimer from the bottom of my heart for his gentle efforts in standing by me until my family arrived. You are wonderful people, one and all.
Aida Kraus and family
Our family has been humbled by the outpouring of support we have received from our friends and neighbors in the community. In late December 2011, our beloved friends at Van Wingerden Gardens held a special day in honor of our 5-year-old daughter Jessica. Jessica (we call her our Warrior Princess) has been fighting leukemia since December 4, 2009, and the support we have received from her event will go to help her treatment costs.
This journey has included some fantastic miracles and some tear-jerking losses (including the recent passing of a beautiful little 7-year-old from our community). Through this experience we have been touched by the kindness of friends and strangers alike. We have discovered the true generosity of the human spirit.
For those who have donated, prayed and simply had good thoughts for Jessica, we thank you. For the entire Van Wingerden team, may God bless you not only for your kindness but also for your continued friendship throughout our daughter’s treatment.
Jeff and Susan Walters
I would like to take this opportunity to tell you how crucial it is that the school district bond initiative and the maintenance and operations levy renewal passes.
We are at a very critical juncture with this current election. Funds from the state have been reduced significantly. I believe the school board has done a great job in picking out the priority projects. However the needs are critical. If you would like to see for yourself, stop by the school district and inquire.
Do you do regular maintenance on your home? Upgrades? Our district is very much in need of these same projects. The school board has chosen five areas that need immediate attention right now. Our science building, special education facilities, classroom and office lighting, heating upgrades and expanded security cameras.
Did you know that the BP Cherry Point Refinery contributes a 24 percent portion of the tax base in the Blaine school district and therefore pays a big share of the maintenance and operations levy total? The amount that we pay on our taxes is significantly less than what our neighbors pay for their school districts. The maintenance and operations levy is a renewal initiative. It replaces the existing initiative that voters have already put in place, but is due to run out this year.
I see the local cuts countywide in music and art programs, and it is shocking and sad. Here in Blaine we are very fortunate to have hundreds upon thousands of people who care about our fine arts and keep it going year after year. The Blaine Fine Arts Association continues to support art, band, choir and drama, with the help from our community. This is no different on February 14, 2012.
Vote yes! Vote yes on the levy renewal initiative and the bond initiative. Our kids are our future. Get informed, get the facts, and stop by any school office for an information booklet.
In a small town such as ours, the feeling of community can go a long way. The mutual connections we make in high school create a sense of family that will make your high school experience that much more comfortable.
As a Blaine alumnus, I have had my taste of this community and don’t know whether to be proud or disgusted.
When your high school experience becomes a thing out of a horror movie, that sense of community does you no comfort when those surrogate family members spread falsehoods about you for no reason at all. There are bullying seminars every year that I had hoped would halt the spread of this gossip-mill that is our community’s youth, yet even now, as a Western Washington University student, word reaches my ears of ridiculous falsehoods concerning some of our community’s brightest stars.
I’m asking you, the young adults of our community, to remember your kindergarden education. Treat others the way you’d like to be treated. If you have nothing nice to say, don’t say anything at all. I hope you take my words to heart, as I truly have during the writing of this letter.