Elise Sereni Patkotak

So what can be said about the recent gunfights in our streets that hasn’t already been said? What can be written that would help the situation that leaders of the community groups most affected haven’t already expressed? Not a heck of a lot.

So why write another column about the gunfire? Why focus again on the negative? Why not write something positive about kids doing good things in our town? It’s not that hard to find them.  There are few volunteer organizations in our city that don’t have some.

It would seem that we need to revisit this violence again

Here’s how you know you are over the top as a bird owner.  Your birds make screeching sounds that pierce eardrums and make all civilized conversation impossible while you have company visiting and all you can do is smile and exclaim what superior creatures they truly are while your guests hurl themselves down the stairs in a frantic attempt to get away from the noise.

With a little prayer, a little sun and a lot of stakes holding them up, my plants made it through till my company arrived.  A quick glance at my front lawn seems to indicate they gave up the ghost immediately afterwards.

Someone told me recently that I was one of the most reliable people they knew.  And I thought to myself, “Reliable?  Really?” I wanted to go out with a reputation more along the lines of wild, dangerous, unpredictable, a force to be reckoned with.  But reliable?  I feel like my father’s station wagon. And not in the good way.

…that once you’ve been married four times and had a child in almost every relationship and all of them have been in the papers, you should not be asking the general public to give you some space and privacy during this difficult time.  You should be on your hands and knees begging your children’s forgiveness for having the attention span of a gnat and the rutting habits of a mentally challeneged toad.

My sister and two friends arrive tonight from the East Coast.  Let the Alaska summer fun begin.

When your mouse starts to act funny, try taking the little ball out and cleaning out the accumulated dust that is covering the contact points. This works much better than banging the mouse repeatedly on your desk while screaming, “For what I paid, you damn well better not be broken so soon.”