Fall 2011

I sit on the deck at Margie’s old rental house on Roosevelt for one of the last times for a while. I remove myself to Gloria James’ house in Carson where I will live far more comfortably than I do now.

The ‘apartment’ is a dream. It’s the daylight basement of a contemporary house with its own entry, two bedrooms, a bath with shower and a large common area featuring a kitchenette without a sink.

I can bring my cats there.

I’m still reeling from who I am where I am. The Pioneer editor of a dying breed of media – the community weekly news.

Yet I am thrust into this dynamic region without a clue for how to weave all the disparate elements together without offending at least someone.

But I’m meant to be here. I’m meant to be in the fabric of Skamania County. I’m meant to rile people up because maybe they’ve been complacent too long. The silent sensible ones may have to take hold of the future and create a better place.