BLESSINGS BOOMERANG

As we slip deeper and deeper into winter I am reminded of a visit I made years ago to a wood stove manufacturer in Orting Washington. The owner was an older man with a gentle manner and hands like leather from years of working his business. It was cold the day I came so as we talked about a fireplace insert for my home we sat in chairs beside a potbelly stove. He offered me a cup of coffee brewed in a percolator atop the old stove. "Fresh pot", he said.
He patiently explained how the insert would work and because our home was built in 1904 he could make it look like the period and not "modern". (A word he spoke with disdain.) I am sure I spent much more time than was necessary with him that day but it was time well spent.
As I left I noticed a sign on the wall above his desk, it read "BLESSINGS BOMMERANG" . I paused and asked about it. "Have you always found that to be true?" He replied, "Yup...always."
Wisdom, like beauty is all around us, if we notice, This winter as I log on to my computer to comparison shop on Amazon I think of those days and wonder at what we have gained and what we have lost.
While we can't go back. the truth of his sign remains,,,"BLESSING BOMMERANG"...We may not have a potbelly stove...or a percolator...but we can be a BLESSiING to someone.

SHE WORE BLUE VELVET.....

It's Saturday afternoon and you want to take your best girl out for a soda...no I mean a SODA! You know, poodle skirts, Levis rolled at the cuff, white socks, penny loafers and a London Fog jacket. Cool man! The perfect place to ask her to wear your high school ring...or your wedding ring for another 40 years.

Your looking for Don's Ruston Market on 51st and Winnifred in Ruston. You can almost hear Bobby Vinton singing Blue Velvet as you drive up.

Opened in 1906 at 52nd and Shirley and at this location(due to fire) since 1917 you really need to stop by this "if only the walls could talk" treasure. The food is great, all of the traditional soda fountain faire is there but for me the MAGIC comes through two straws on opposite sides of an old fashioned milkshake, or two spoons working their way towards the center of one banana split.

So when you're going cruising next time, or you want your children or grandchildren to taste their first cherry phospate stop by and meet Don and Beth Torbert who have lovingly operated this gem for the last 28 of the market's 104 years.

MY BAND OF BROTHERS

The best part of the Seattle Seahawk's game last Sunday came before the game began. A true American hero, Lt Col. Buck Compton, raised the 12th Man Flag. Part of Easy Company, immortalized in the movie BAND OF BROTHERS, honored us all with his presence.

As Col. Compton labored to raise the flag my heart swelled with pride. Almost imperceptibly at first, I found myself standing a little taller, my heels together, hands to my side, fingers rolled I stood at attention inspired and proud as tears ran down my face.

For that moment I was carried back to Vietnam. I stood young and strong, shoulder to shoulder with MY BAND OF BROTHERS. Bravo Company...The Jungle Warriors. Wild Thing, Pfaff, Dum Dum Jug, Owens, French, Littel, Saint, Miegs, Mackay, Doc, Angel, Lt Pena, and so many others to numerous to mention by name here. It is impossible to explain...the bond between us...trust required in no other circumstance. A friendship...no...a love that will remain.

Thank you to all who have served and are serving...you know what I mean.

THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME, THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME.

Hohum...Just another 74 degree November day in Tacoma. I snapped these pictures of our North Tacoma Neighborhood and the Narrows Bridges with Mt. Rainier in the background on my way home from work.

I lived in many parts of the nation in my youth but none holds a candle to our home in Tacoma for these last 40 years.

If you or anyone you know is moving to or from this great South Puget Sound area I would love to help them find the perfect home. Contact me through this Blog or Karin Kay Properties.

THE FIRST TUESDAY IN NOVEMBER!

THE FIRST TUESDAY IN NOVEMBER is the most important day of the year for the government of these United States.

It is the day when the registered voters of this great nation can most clearly express their love for their families, their belief in the future and their commitment to the unalienable rights, given by their creator, of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.

I am struck by the beauty and importance of the of the picture to the right. Despite the threat to their lives Iraqi voters turned out by the the thousands to vote in their first free election. Then after voting they wore with pride the evidence, a finger dipped in ink, of having cast their ballot.

The FIRST TUESDAY IN NOVEMBER once again approaches, arguably the most important election day in our country's history. We have no threat to our lives for voting, yet only something more than half of those who could vote, will. Be there....vote!!! Then hold your hand and head high and speak a prayer of gratitude for the privilege of living in these great UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.