Well, here we are again, folks, with the county launching another one of those 'Ready, Set, Go!' campaigns for wildfires, and I’m sitting here thinking about the time we had a real wildfire on the peninsula in the ’80s—remember? Back when we actually knew who was chopping wood on their property and could knock on their door if we saw smoke. Now they’re sending out emails about evacuations like it’s a new app, and I’m not sure the folks who live here even know what a 'Ready, Set, Go!' means anymore, let alone how to prepare for it.
And speaking of things that are getting harder to understand, the health advisories for Keyport and Liberty Bay are up again this week, just like last year, and I’m still waiting for the time when they’ll stop spilling sewage into the bay and start fixing the pipes like they’ve been promising for decades. I remember when you could swim in Liberty Bay without worrying about your skin peeling off, and now it’s all about shellfish closures and no-contact warnings. You know, back when I was a girl, the only thing we had to worry about was the smell of the fish market, not the smell of sewage. And another thing, I don’t know why they keep calling it 'advisories'—it’s more like a warning sign that says, 'Don’t go in the water, or else.'
Now, I’ve been reading the news about the CDBG applications opening for 2027 and the police department hiring, but I have to say, it’s been quiet around here for a change. No one’s talking about the new development on the waterfront or the traffic calming on Almira, which I still think was a good idea, even if it was rushed. I’m not saying the city is doing anything wrong, but it’s like they’re operating in a vacuum, and I’m not sure anyone’s listening. And I’ll tell you what—I’ve got a lot to say about that, but I’ll save it for next week. That’s all for this week. You know where to find me.