Apparently Poulsbo will never tire of the continuing shell game of choosing a viable city hall location. Where’s the pea? Briefly at the aptly named Centennial Park (it could be another century before the direly-needed building finds a home after all), then — swish…
Well kids, you’re almost students again. And while it might seem like the beginning of the end of all things good, we assure you that this actually occurs later in life, somewhere between a divorce, filing Chapter 11 and/or figuring out when and whether you’ll retire.
Summer a busy time for teens
About a week and a half ago, I found myself sitting just outside of downtown Kingston in gridlock. And in shock. Gridlock? In Kingston? It seemed too weird to be true. I called the office, just to make sure I hadn’t missed a huge car accident/structural fire that was blocking traffic. Nope, nothing had been reported. …
Kingston’s on-again/off-again love affair with passenger-only boats is apparently getting serious as the smoochfest resumes in the wake of an enormous federal grant that’s been confirmed as on its way to the port.
Kingston High School is in its final stages as parents, teachers, staff and, last but not least, students prepare to grace its brand new halls with their presence. It has been years in the making and anyone who has watched residents, taxpayers and the North Kitsap School District get the ball rolling on this can attest to the fact that much of the journey was uphill.
Viking Fest’s vivid memories in downtown Poulsbo may become a distant memory if the current course of dissent continues. The event, which is entering its 40th year of celebrating Poulsbo’s rich Norwegian heritage and is the city’s largest annual get together, has run into opposition from downtown business owners who are tired of having their primary parking lot turned into a carnival — literally and figuratively. It is, after all, their lot and they should have a say in what goes on there as a result.
Poulsbo’s affliction with motorists who are in such a hurry they view red lights as an annoyance rather than a safety measure to prevent a daily demolition derby might be getting a quick remedy.
It’s a buyer’s market. It’s a seller’s market. Can both statements be true? Can both be false?
As home prices stagnate a tad here in North Kitsap while assessed valuations continue an ever present upswing, both claims are no doubt being made by real estate agents, prospective homebuyers and those hoping to sell as the peak season winds down.
Wherever you are this weekend, take stock of your surroundings. If you’re a deal seeker and you’re not at the Greater Hansville Community Center Saturday and Sunday, you might just be missing out on some of the best buys North Kitsap has to offer.
After watching the tragedies in Minneapolis unfold since Wednesday, it has prompted questions about bridge safety all over the nation — including our own spans over Agate Pass and Hood Canal.
Kitsap County residents will be getting a crash course in a lower quality of living next year, no doubt bringing about grousing the likes of which few other things can. Among these “things,” of course, are taxes.
It seems like the community of Hansville, as well as other North End areas, is doing what many neighborhoods across the country are slowly losing sight of — keeping an eye on each other and providing help whenever the need arises.
It’s an idea that has been years in the making, and with development pressing in on all sides, Poulsbo’s need…
The “Game of Kings” in Kingston just seems to be too good an opportunity to pass up. If Bob Smiley’s…
The Driftwood Key Club’s $800,000 proposal to remove sediment from Coon Bay has been in the works for years. As…
After nailing down a viable site on 10th Avenue, what seems eons ago, the pursuit to land Poulsbo’s new city…
Cancer. In one way or another, at one time or another, we can, have, are or will be touched by its gruesome hand. It’s an indiscriminate killer. Slaying the good, the bad, the young and old alike — with brutal coldness.
North Kitsap drivers aren’t getting much love of late as it seems the general attitude here is to create an unnavigable obstacle course of orange cones, dug up streets and construction workers who seem to take pleasure in flipping those hand held signs from “slow” to “stop” just before your car can pass.
As a kid, the Fourth of July was pretty much all about one thing: fireworks. Oh, there were parades down the main drag on Vashon Island, musical performances in Ober Park and the requisite barbecues on Dilworth Point, but weeks before the big day, my eyes would glaze over as I envisioned just what the rockets’ red glare would look like that year.
