RAVE to the Discovery Park visitor center manager who made an executive decision to skip closing the center for their lunch break from noon to 1 p.m. because of the torrential rain that arrived over the park at that time.
Forty, maybe 50 people from toddlers to seniors found a safe haven to weather the storm. RANT to the stripped-down motorcycles that roar up and down north Aurora every night. Doesn’t Seattle have any noise ordinance that might apply to this deafening racket? RAVE to a group of University of Washington campus angels.
On April Fools’ Day this year, I played the fool with aplomb on the UW campus. It was the first day of the spring quarter — a beautiful, sunny day — and I had just attended the first lecture of an environmental architecture class as part of the ACCESS Program for senior citizens. I was eagerly looking forward to visiting the second class for which I had signed up when, to my great surprise, I found myself at the bottom of the front stairs of the architecture building with a very twisted ankle.
I raised my head to find several young students rushing to help me. I will never forget the respectful way they helped me get up and hobble to a bench where I could lie down and wait for the help of my very thoughtful and gifted young son-in-law. I ended up at the UW emergency room with a fractured ankle, and I regret missing out on attending classes for the rest of the quarter but I will always fondly remember all of the young angels who so efficie.
