Putting the spotlight on Bothell-born comedian Joe Doyle. Now, THAT’S Wacky.
I’ve been involved in a fund-raiser or two over the years, but I’ve tried my best not to bug people that I know. I mean, seriously, how many friends do you have that would like you to pledge some money towards a very good cause so they can walk, climb, bike, yoga, whatever? I’ve done the “Beat the Bridge”, the Bleeding Disorder Foundation of Washington walk, countless auctions and of course, those “Make a Wish Marathons” when I stayed on the radio for 28 straight hours. I think we did three of them.
But, fair warning, if you keep reading this, I’m going to ask you for a buck. One dollar. It’s to help a situation that is no doubt going on all over the U.S. right now, but the folks at the Northshore Schools Foundation are actually doing something about it.
With a week to go in May, I thought I’d call special attention to the N.S.F.’s annual “Milk Money Campaign.” I remember when I first heard about this, I thought, “Well, yeah, kids need milk. Calcium for their bones, etc.” But M.I.L.K. is actually an acronym for Making an Impact on Learning & Kids. To play on the theme, milk bottles (generously donated by a northwest dairy) have been labeled and placed all over the Northshore School District–meaning Bothell, Kenmore and Woodinville. In businesses, in churches, where ever someone might toss in their pocket change to help the cause.
What exactly is the cause? Homeless students. We’re talking kids that, through no fault of their own, cringe when some of the fun things about being a kid come up, because they just don’t have the money. They could be living in a shelter, a relative or friend’s home, because these important years have been far from smooth.
The folks at the Northshore Schools Foundation reached out to me this year and asked if I would produce a video that helps tell their story. So, if you’re up for it and have three minutes, I’d like to invite you to watch it.
If you skipped down to here because you’re too busy, I get it. I’m right there with you. Let me introduce you to this fact–there are 200 homeless kids attending school right now in the Northshore School District. That’s where my kids went and where I’m still quite connected. It’s not a poor community by any means, so it’s hard for me to imagine that homelessness even exists up there.
I figure I know enough people that if I put out the plea and you could spare a dollar, we could really make a big difference in this campaign that wraps up at the end of the month. All the money raised is distributed to principals in the district that have asked teachers to let them know when they discover a kid in need. Maybe its money for a field trip or a book from the book fair, or fees to take a college entrance exam or even some kind of a nice dress so they could attend the prom.
This is a soft ask. I won’t know who kicks in and who doesn’t. If you’re thinking, “Well, those kids are up there. I’d rather help someone in our area.” Do it! Make it happen. We are all so incredibly blessed and lucky for all that we have that this seems like a pretty small way to make a big difference in some young lives.
If you’d like to donate $1 to the M.I.L.K. campaign, just click here.
Yeah, just one dollar.
Thanks for taking the time to read this.
P.S. Oh, for Pete’s sake! So, apparently the online donation software can only accept a minimum of $10 donations. So, if you see a jar this week, drop a buck in. Just wanted to pass along some kudos and congratulate all the worker bees behind this cool program.
If you lived in the Seattle suburb of Bothell any time in the past 30 years, you knew Fred Hering. If not the man himself, the real estate guy who had his office right there on 522. Coming into Bothell, you’d see that sign, “Bothell–For a day or a lifetime” and then you’d pass the reader board out in front of Fred’s company, Hering & Associates.
I found out this morning that Fred passed away this week. The announcement was made yesterday at the Northshore Kiwanis breakfast, which he rarely missed.
Fred had his hands in many pies–he was President of the Northshore Schools Foundation and a member for 14 years, the Northshore Kiwanis (40 years), Northshore Schools Foundation (14 years), PTA, Boy Scouts, Northshore Senior Center, America Cancer Society, GOP District 1, and the Greater Bothell Downtown Association. The retired Navy veteran was also father to three boys: Kevin, Tim & Dave.
Somewhere back in the days when I was Mr. Bothell, playing on the radio and writing a newspaper column for the Bothell Reporter (then known as The Citizen), Fred and I hooked up. We didn’t see each other very often, but every seven years or so, he would graciously invite me to join the Northshore Kiwanis for breakfast and to be their guest speaker.
The last invitation and the final time I saw Fred was almost two years ago. I had decided to leave my job at a Seattle area advertising agency and set a departure date–October 1st, 2014. If you need me for anything, catch me by September 30th, because that would be the last time you’d see me working there.
During that farewell month, Fred gave me a call and invited me to come and speak to the Kiwanis gang again. “So, what date you looking at, Fred?” He replied, “October 1st.” I quickly responded, “Funny, I have absolutely no plans for that day or the days after it! You’re my first commitment!”
While searching my email inbox for old previous exchanges with Fred, I realized he’s one of the people on my Wacky Week email list. Most likely, Fred was probably one of the original subscribers. I have to say, the guy was a fan and liked my style of comedy. I doubt he listened to me much on the radio, but he read my newspaper column religiously. Looking through my book, “Nosin’ Around Northshore: The First Five Years”, I found a great example of how Fred & I shared the same humor gene:
Last week, I told you about some of the more unusual signs spotted around town.
The gang at Hering & Associates Real Estate along Bothell Way decided to get into the spirit of obscure signage. Maybe you noticed it over the weekend. I know I did. On both sides of their reader board, just two words: “Tim Hunter”.
I thought it was catchy and I sincerely appreciated the honor. But in no way am I going to allow their special attention to affect the high standards I have set for this column. Nice try, Hering & Associates, the home of thoroughly-trained real estate professionals who would love to help you find your next home.
It’s sad when you say goodbye to those characters that make up the fabric of your life. Four years or so from now, the phone won’t ring. Fred won’t be at the other end, picking up where we last left off. However, I prefer to look at things from the other side. I realize that I was so fortunate to have met Fred and honored he’d even remember my name. Fred Hering did a lot to make the community he called home a better place and his efforts and smile will be missed. We definitely need more Fred’s in this world.
On February 4th, I’m putting a little piece of me up for sale.
It’s the home I bought back in 2006, when I was starting life anew. I found this little rambler in Bothell, backed up against a greenbelt, with a huge deck and fenced yard. I was watching house prices skyrocket out of control and figured if I didn’t hurry up and buy right then, I’d never be able to afford to buy a home in the Puget Sound area.
That was the thinking. I had $60K as the result of a divorce that I was going to invest somewhere and this seemed like the perfect little place. 3 bedrooms, large master bedroom. I even allowed the company I worked for at the time to use it to install Penguin triple-pane windows and film it for a TV commercial.
I remember a great summer backyard open house out on the deck and what fun it was. A deer once wandered through the neighborhood. Being in the back of the development, only people who lived there would drive by. There were the neighbors, Dana & Tammy, Norm & Susie and several others whose names I’ve forgotten.
Then, less than a year after buying it, I met a woman too amazing to let get away. My little rambler was too far from downtown to make it ‘our’ home, so we ended up buying a different home and I planned to sell off the Bothell residence.
But you may have notice the key phrase, 2006, above. I bought at the absolute peak of the housing market and the crash that followed prevented me from selling. So, for the next 8 years, I rented it out. I had never planned to be a landlord, but I found myself in that position–having to fix garage doors, replace a water heater, re-roof, etc. Combine that along with the fact that rent was hundreds under the payment and it was basically a financial stone around my neck.
However, I got lucky, with two dream tenants who treated the home as if it was their own. When the most recent tenant decided to move south to be closer to family and with the market recovering, it just seemed like the right time to make my move.
Ten years from now it would be the perfect place to be. We’re just not at that stage yet.
What I’d like to share with you–with all the preparations that have gone into getting it ready to sell, it’s a really awesome house. More awesome than it ever was when I lived there. That made me realize what a shame it is to live in your home and never enjoy its potential. I’ve become even more resolved, once this adventure is over, to get our Seattle home to where we imagine it could be. To get it ready to sell, and then… just live there.
If you know someone looking for a home, you might pass this link along to them. It gives a snapshot of what the house is all about, but I’ve got to tell you: it now looks even better. Just send a note to firstname.lastname@example.org and I’ll hook you up with my real estate guy.
I look forward to being an ex-landlord, but at the same time, I’m going to miss that little place.