The first time I heard Dylan Thomas’s classic poem, “A Child’s Christmas in Wales,” it was just after a typically enormous Thanksgiving meal and we were all cuddled up around a woodstove in a New Hampshire farmhouse listening to the sonorous, Welsh-accented voice of Mr. Thomas himself purring on about snow for six days and six nights when he was twelve, or twelve days and twelve nights when he was six. His frenetic, disjointed style captured each of his fleeting memories of cold mailmen and burning houses and happy uncles in Wales in a mushed-up, run-together way that recalled exactly …
Arrest at Bartell’s
So, I was walking to my weekly pickup frisbee game around noon yesterday, and as I was passing QFC there were two men with about 20 EMTs tending to them. I stopped to talk with another man at the bus stop about what happened, and two more city police pulled up and began to arrest the men, but I was late for my game and went on my way. Checking the police reports now, the incident has been classified under “Mental Complaint,” and the matter seems to be closed.
All of which, though out of the ordinary, is dreadfully unexciting …
Greenway Project Ready to Go
Wallyhood welcomes Adam Lee to our merry band of writers. Adam recently graduated from college in Vermont, and has since moved westward to seek his fortune in the fertile soils of Puget Sound. His roommates chose to bring him to Wallingford for its central location between UW and the downtown and for its fine neighborhood establishments, and as he gets to know the area he appreciates their foresight more and more. He enjoys baseball and hot dogs, and can often be found running around Green Lake.
The Wallingford Greenway took another step towards completion yesterday after a walkabout with neighborhood …