Highline Times - Features

by Lee Ryan

The other day, I was on the elliptical machine at the gym. They always have four TV monitors going, at the same time. However, I don’t normally watch TV and am quite content to not have any earphones and just enjoy the silence…MORE

We were both Franklin high school students in Portland. I was walking passed the auditorium and heard somebody playing a piano. The song Deep Purple resonated through the doors. It was a favorite of mine. I stopped, opened the doors and saw a…MORE

My mom was a treasure and very tolerant of my dad's fight with the bottle during the depression. He'd come home many nights in his usual stupor, we kids would help undress him and put him to bed while mother lectured him. I am certain he did not…MORE

By Kyra-lin Hom

Let’s take a break from the recent film binge and talk about something we all use every single day. No, I’ll go further and say this is something we use nearly every single hour of every day. In 2010, the world produced 330…MORE

By Scott Anthony

Whether you realize it or not, your toilet is out to get you. That simple porcelain fixture in your bathroom is not just a quiet, humble servant. It has ulterior motives. While you sleep it is gurgling up it’s game plan…MORE

By Cindi Rinehart I need you to know that in my entire life, I have NEVER been fired from any of the 30 something jobs I had before coming to Seattle. There was about to be a first. During my career at KOMO TV, I did a lot of outside jobs and…MORE

By Scott Anthony For years I worked in a big printing plant in Tukwila. We had about 50 guys there, from all walks of life and of varying degrees of smarts. I learned a lot of things about human nature and working relationships there and one day…MORE

I'm not much of a craftsman. I admit it. I do like to tinker in the garage and I've owned nearly every type of woodworking tool to make everyone think I know what I'm doing. Crosscut saws, rip saws, band saws, table saws, hack saws. I never saw a…MORE

Mack, my beautiful Border Collie was actually my second dog. I had "Boots" a mutt of mixed breed who we lost in a horrific traffic accident near Astoria, Oregon in 1927. Dad's car was cut in half by a wayward driver, in the rain. Boots was…MORE

By Ken Robinson For a few years, it was just the two of us in that house on the river. Once in a while, a deer walked through the yard. And sometimes an eagle perched nearby. We weren't pet lovers. Friends had dogs. A Neighbor had a big burly cat…MORE