George Le Masurier, publisher of The Olympian, can be reached at 360-357-0206 or email@example.com.
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This annual column by publisher George Le Masurier was first published in The Olympian in 2009.
It landed on our doorstep with a resounding thud. It measured about the size of a thick hardcover novel. It weighed more than 100 copies of "War and Peace" bound together.
The Olympian is launching a new and improved TV book today.
It should be obvious by now that mere mortals are incapable of managing the state budget. We've dug ourselves a $5.7 billion hole and nobody knows how to fill it back in. In all due respect to Gov. Chris Gregoire, I decided to go over her head for advice. I went straight to God.
FEEL SAFER? - Today is the 156th day since it became a primary offense to drive while holding a hand-held cell phone to your ear, and already I feel safer.
For some political junkies, election night is their favorite night of the year. I prefer the day after, when the candidates make their acceptance and concession speeches.
Question: What is Dracula's favorite kind of coffee? Answer: Decoffinated.
Leaving one recent night after my after-work workout, I felt the briskness in the air that signals the arrival of fall. That sharp little chill focused my senses on the other hints that Mother Nature has been scattering about: the faint lights of school buses in early morning fog, the yellowing and reddening of leaves, and the tangy air along rural roads where in the evening wood stoves are already being lit.
Today’s column is about nothing special.
Those of us who study elections seriously have stumbled upon an alarming discovery about U.S. federal politics: spending too much time in Washington, D.C., reduces your intelligence to the rough equivalent of a kumquat.