Monthly Archives: January 2014

Construction Begins

Soon to be a hardware store

It’s great seeing new businesses open on Kitsap Way in Bremerton. Last week I read in the Kitsap Sun that Ace Hardware will be building a store next to Arnold’s Furniture. As the photo shows, despite wet drizzly weather, construction is underway.
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One of My Dad’s Biggest Days

January 21, 1954, was an historic day for the United States Navy. On that cold January day 60 years ago, the Navy launched the USS Nautilus, the world’s first nuclear-powered submarine, at Electric Boat in Groton, Connecticut. It was a big day for my dad too. He was the ship’s first commanding officer.
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Go Hawks!

The perfect decoration for your Northwest deck


I wonder if the person who designed the Seattle Seahawks logo had a clue as to how widely it would be used this week. With San Francisco playing at Seattle this afternoon in the NFC title game, the logo can be seen everywhere in the Northwest: on buildings, windows, people, cars, clothing, flags, and dozens of other places. But I like the approach shown by a waterfront home along Port Orchard’s Beach Drive (see photo). Proclaim your fandom with a sign big enough to be seen from the Washington state ferries and other boat traffic in Rich Passage.

I just hope the same sign is up in two weeks when I take my usual Sunday bike ride along Beach Drive because that will mean the Seattle Seahawks are in the Super Bowl.

Go Hawks!

Skipping a Day

First I need a word for rain blowing sideways. Since there isn’t one, I’ll use RBS. Modify it with the word heavy. The combination would explain why I’m skipping my bike ride today. The forecast is for heavy RBS all day.
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A New Business in Chico

What matters is what’s inside.


Creative Looks, a hair salon, opened in Chico this week. I know this because Cindy, the lady who cuts my hair, works there and today was haircut day. Chico is a small community on Chico Bay in Dyes Inlet northwest of Bremerton.
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Super Bowl 48/ /New York/2014/XP

It’s time to lose the Roman numeral designator that’s been part of the Super Bowl’s name and marketing since the game’s early days. Allow me to make a few suggestions on what could replace it.
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Cat Trail

The shortest distance between two points

It’s the Mud Bay version of a private on/off ramp to Highway 101. Shown in frosty relief in a photo taken on a cold January morning, the cat trail is a permanently flattened route in the grass that bisects my nearest neighbor’s small waterfront yard. It directly connects my deck with the main Mud Bay shore trail. The Mud Cat uses the cat trail all the time when he visits the Muller’s.

I have never seen another animal use this route. Other than raccoons there aren’t a lot of pets or critters in the area. Dogs are rare and always stay on the beach. I see an occasional cat, but the Mud Cat is so territorial that feline visitors don’t hang around long. Raccoons shuffle across my deck daily hoping for a handout, but when they come up empty they go up the hill or head down to the shore in the other direction. Perhaps the plot of grass is off limits to raccoons.

That leaves the Mud Cat as the trail blazer. Or aliens.

Expires 01/14

Today’s question isn’t why credit cards expire. It’s how much work the card holder is saddled with when they do run out. In my case, the expiration date on my VISA is 01/14, and updating the autopays in my online life has already started.
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An Effective Sign?

Honest, I just stopped for a photo op.

The sign (see photo), hand lettered, reads: “This Is Not Your Wood! If I Catch You Cutting or Removing Any I Will Prosecute You!” I spotted it along the Old Belfair Highway during today’s bike ride. Left unexplained is how anyone could cut up the wood and load it without making a lot of noise. The rounds must weigh a couple of hundred pounds each. Perhaps I was late to the party and all of the wood that could easily be rustled is already gone.

After my bike ride I drove back to the sign’s location. While I was taking pictures, I noticed a small SUV pulling into the nearest driveway to the wood. It stayed at the edge of the road, engine running and brake lights on. I wondered if it belonged to the wood’s owner, ready to catch me in the act and hand me over to the Kitsap County prosecutor. If so, he didn’t need to be so vigilant. My fireplace burns gas, not wood. I just like taking pictures of signs.