Dan Tackett
This one’s for Suzi.
That’s my wife of 35-plus years, in case you don’t know. Sure, I’ve previously devoted columns to her, mainly on our wedding anniversaries. We got married, at her insistence, on Valentine’s Day.
Her thinking on selecting that particular date, I’m convinced, was to ensure I wouldn’t forget our wedding date in future years when my mind and memory had fallen off a cliff. And, I’m happy to report I have yet to forget that important date in our lives.
But Feb. 14, 2021, is long past, and the next Valentine’s Day poses quite a wait. So, this isn’t about our anniversary. It’s about a landmark anniversary of her very birth, her entry into this glorious place we call Earth, our home. I won’t tell you the year, but I will tell you she’s older than I am.
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Dan Tackett: It s too cold for spring
Lincoln Courier
Bring on the heat and humidity. Please!
I’ve had it with forecasts warning that Jack Frost may be lurking in the pre-dawn darkness, ready to deliver fatal blows to my tomato plants, sprouts of green beans, my newborn, two-leaved cucumber, melon and zucchini plants and other warm-loving veggies emerging from my garden soil.
The way I’ve viewed this spring cold snap that had all of us shivering earlier this week makes me ponder: Is this enough to break the fighting spirit of the greenest, tree-hugging environmentalist you can imagine from surrendering all beliefs in global warming? Probably not, but surely a wisp of doubt has crept into that mindset.
Dan Tackett
Special to The Courier
Lots of us enjoy revisiting our past. That became very apparent to me when I saw the large reader response to my column last week about losing a good friend and fellow musician that I met while a teenager in my hometown of Armington.
Many of those responses came from folks I have known from those good old days. It motivated my own memory chips to revisit those days of the Sixties when was walking down the oh-so-slow path into adulthood.
Many of those memories dealt with my 50th senior class reunion, held at The Outpost, a much too short-lived bar and restaurant in my hometown. We unofficially made up the last senior class to graduate from Hittle Township High School, which was destined to be part of the large Olympia school district.