As usual in Bellevue – because nobody does drama like Bellevue does drama – the primary election campaigns have turned into something like…well, like the 2016 presidential campaigns. We at The Citizen are going to do what we have always done – give everyone involved a chance to speak and be heard, and let the voters sort it out. But there is one issue that troubles me personally, and I have written about it in the past – Candidates who run for the nomination of a political party they don’t even believe in.


I have to admit that my jaw hit the ground when I read some of the comments made during the Avonworth School Board meeting concerning the Gender Sexuality Alliance that has been proposed as a club by students to support their LGBTQ classmates.


The recent national election and inauguration of a new President of the United States troubles me on many levels, but one issue in particular scares me to death…perhaps literally.


The first time I came face to face with senseless, completely incomprehensible loss on a personal level was when I was 13 years old.

Until that time, death had been something that happened to really old people I didn't know very well. Then came a warm Saturday evening in June, and my view of the world changed forever.


This past weekend, as I constantly updated The Citizen’s Web site in response to the changing circumstances of the fire in Bellevue, I remarked to a friend, “Sometimes being in the news business is not a lot of fun.” That same statement is true for most of us who live within this small, fairly close-knit community of the North Boroughs, sometimes being so connected to the people of your community is not a lot of fun.


I’m not a particularly superstitious person, but I have long held the belief that you should never, ever utter out loud the words “Things can’t get any worse.” Not only is it seldom true, but it is just tempting the universe to prove you wrong. I recently have added another phrase to my banned list: “Now what?” That was the title of my last blog, written about a month ago, in which I complained that late winter was a really boring time of the year.


We are now firmly entrenched in winter, that most deaded of seasons for many of us. All of the distractions that kept us from actual hibernation are in the rear view mirror, and we find ourselves looking for something to take their place.


Such a wonderful time of the year! We get the opportunity, if we are wise, to look back at the year behind us, evaluating the choices we have made, and then start fresh with the blank page of the new year.


Last week, while the country was still reeling from the tragedies in San Bernardino and Paris and the Planned Parenthood Clinic in Colorado, a friend who lives in Ohio posted a story on social media about a man in Cleveland who was strolling around urban areas with a big rifle slung over his back. Ohio has “open carry” laws that make it perfectly legal to do just what that man was doing.