West Seattle - Features

It’s that time of year when beach fires along the Alki waterfront seem like a good idea, and Seattle Parks and Recreation has some rules to abide by if you fire one up:

• Please light fires ONLY in designated fire pits, available…MORE

Assistant Principal for Denny International Middle School Patricia J Rangel shared this story and photo of Principal Jeff Clark. Clark is often called "the man in blue" for his blue suits and obvious pride and commitment to the school.

At…MORE

When you adopt a Greyhound as a pet you might have a set of expectations. Known for their speed (they can run at up to 40 to 50 miles per hour), Greyhounds are used in dog racing in 27 tracks U.S. and many more in the world, where similar to…MORE

Information from King County Metro

King County Metro Transit is challenging riders to take and record at least 250 bus rides before June 7 on the Route 50 which runs from Columbia City/Seward Park to West Seattle/Alki, connecting Link…MORE

By Rob Clay

It could be said that Kermit Millard Zarley Jr., former West Seattle resident and now retired professional golfer was blessed. Blessed with natural talent or an affinity for the game of golf beginning as a youngster on the…MORE

I know that Mother's Day is this Sunday so I need to write about the World's Champion Mother... my mom.

What was so great about her? Let me count the ways.

She had ten kids. With the help of my dad, of course. I was number eight. He…MORE

By Georgie Bright Kunkel

Let’s forget predominately male sports stadium madness for a while and concentrate on neighborhoods. I have stopped pruning my rhododendrons out front so they will shade my view of the proliferation of technology…MORE

By Holly Brown

Some of my fondest childhood and family dining memories have been around Mexican food. Growing up, I ate out frequently with my mom. She always ordered Chile Relleno and a Margarita.  I always filled up on chips and salsa! I…MORE

By Maggie Nicholson

The old man’s fingers bent and arched the strings of the guitar. His hands moved like canoes along the instrument. Each string was a river. Rick Novito, a child then, looked up at the man. His round eyes shined like…MORE

By Carole Smith

Who loves us when we’re down and out Who loves us when we’re up Who loves us whether we drink stout Or water fills our cup

Who loves us when we’re smilin’ And who loves us when we frown Who loves us when we’re stylin…MORE