|Letters to the Editor - July 16, 2012|
|Written by Readers|
The farms in the Sammamish Valley are special.
Not only is the open space a big part of our city’s beauty, the lands also provide opportunities for new farmers and help support our local wine-tourism industry.
Unfortunately, there’s currently a proposal before the King County Council that would expand the urban growth area and allow sprawl into the valley — losing our farmlands forever. As there is plenty of land available within the city limits for urban growth, this is completely unnecessary.
Please support protecting our farmland and tell the King County Council to vote down the proposal. You can learn more at http://org2.democracyinaction.org/o/5127/p/dia/action/public/?action_KEY=11079
Andy and Teresa Delano
In researching this, I found that although my driver’s license listed me as an organ donor, it’s didn’t necessarily mean that I could donate all of my organs.
In my search to find out how “Total Body Donation” works, I contacted [an Everett-area hospital].
After being forwarded to several different people, I was soon put in touch with “the person in charge of the ER” who I hoped would answer my questions.
Unfortunately, that conversation didn’t go well.
One of the several questions I asked included: “What condition does a body have to be in to be able to use their organs? Does it matter what the cause of death is?” (Heart attack, car wreck or gunshot wound, to name a few).
This question got me put on hold and soon I was connected with another person at the hospital who was afraid I was talking about killing myself – which I wasn’t.
This situation went from bad to worse and soon the Snohomish County Sheriff’s Department was at my doorstep and escorting me to the hospital, thinking I was suicidal.
After my clothes were confiscated, guards placed at my door and four hours later, I was able to go home to my wife.
However, I now have a police record and a medical record that states, “I wanted to know that if I came to the hospital and shot myself in the head, could I donate my organs,” which I never said. My concern is that these records may hurt me in the future.
My intent in writing this is to warn others not to have complete trust in professional healthcare workers.
Even they make mistakes sometimes.
One simple question got misconstrued; all I wanted was to be able to help others after I die.
Joe Ashead, Lake Stevens
Even when we have snow during the winter we enjoy them at our feeders. And [we have pleasant deer visits] from time to time.
My neighbors do not enjoy that part of rural life and they are entitled to feel that way. But what is upsetting is when they let me know they have poisoned squirrels or trapped them.
We have squirrels year round. We enjoy them feeding in our feeders, running around chasing each other. [We like getting to know them] and seeing the regulars come back each day to the feeders.
I went from 8 to 10 squirrels in my back yard feeders to just one this month.
One might say it could be something else. I hope that is the case.
I would challenge any one person to get up in the morning and picture your back yard (home) without the sounds of birds, butterflies fluttering in the garden and squirrels chasing each other. What would it sound like? Ghost town mentality.
Today, I feel we have become so busy that we are forgetting to stop, relax and enjoy what God has created for our earthly pleasure .
God did not intend for creatures to be trapped or poisoned, but for us to find God even in the enjoyment of His Creation.
We enjoy and take time to walk and listen to the sounds of BEAUTY within our own home.
Rural or city, the sounds of birds singing is as relaxing as the sound of the waves crashing on the ocean beaches.
Linda Duenow, Bothell
The Reuben sandwich originated more than 2,000 miles to the east, at Reuben’s delicatessen in Manhattan. They were famous for this combination of pastrami, Swiss cheese and sauerkraut on toasted bread.
On trips to NYC I would usually stop in for this famous sandwich, until the deli closed.
Dr. Leonard M. Guss, Woodinville