It was about this time of year at Edmonds Junior High, this drizzly midwinter, that they made us wrestle. A half century-plus later, the weird memories are still in there – moving back to …

It’s a crisp fall afternoon in maybe 1970. I am running full speed for a pass in a pick-up flag football game at Pine Street Playfield. I’m in the clear and really hitting the gas, sprinting …

It’s fifth-grade recess and a wild game of soak ’em has come down to me alone – the smallest kid in class. My teammates can barely watch. A wiry kid on the other side has the ball, the soft …

I bought the newly remastered "Revolver" album the other day. My review: It sounds better than ever, and Ringo's drumming is sensational. There, done. But the album rekindled memories of 1966, …

The Liberty Walking half dollar is a beautiful coin. On its front side – heads – Lady Liberty strides grandly, arm outstretched, dress billowing. At left is a beaming sunrise, and on the back an …

Driving up Fir Street with my wife the other day, I had the kind of memory flash that comes to folks who move back to their hometown: Hey, this is my old route — I delivered newspapers on these …

When you move back to your childhood hometown, memories seem around every corner. Especially when you can still walk the halls of your old elementary and junior high schools. I grew up around here …