Wallingford, Seattle

Oh lordy, the old bones ain't what they used to be. Used to be I could just lope into a jog and turn it into a run, maybe not break any records, but certainly not tear any tendons breaking a sweat. Staying out late and getting up early was just a regular Tuesday. Now, I've got a crick in my ache just thinking about it all. Sounds like I'm not alone. Kathleen Cromp over at the Wallingford Community Senior Center gave us…

Every time we post a "lost and found", we find there's so much out there that's been lost. Maybe we could do a weekly "round-up" of lost items and pets. Here are two more. Annie writes: my dance bag was stolen out of my car last night. although the contents were only valuable to me - i'm hoping it was dumped somewhere when whoever took it saw it wasn't worth much. please keep your eyes peeled for a largish black leather…

On Thursday, we told you about Pugilist Specialist, an independent theater production that opened last night at Stone Soup Theater. Running Friday and Saturday nights through May 19th, Pugilist tells the story of four Marines preparing to complete a "black ops" mission in an unnamed Middle Eastern war zone. The set is very simple, a soft soundscape moves over the dialogue and silences, and the characters frequently stare straight ahead at the audience while speaking. The message is communicated through stark, fast and striking language:…

Hey readers, want be writers? We sometimes get asked why we cover this or that, and don't cover something else on Wallyhood. Well, want to know Wallyhood's dirty little secret? This blog is nobody's full-time job. Yep, writing this blog and keeping up with the news around Wallingford is not the full-time occupation of Margaret, me (Jordan) or anyone else who's writing you see here. It's something more than a hobby, much less than a job, and definitely a labor of…

While more than 95% of the readership of this blog lives in Wallingford, and the majority of the remaining 5% live north of the ship canal, we do enjoy a small readership as far away as Connecticut, where I was born. So, to our Connecticut reader, I say: thanks for reading, Mom, and happy Mother's Day. As my local family drove home last night, my wife Michelle tried to explain to our three-year-old son that, although he may want to spend…

Farrah writes: I am writing because I had a package stolen off my porch that was very, very dear to me. It apparently happened on either May 3 or 4th. Unfortunately, I did not know when to expect the package and didn't realize it was missing right away. It was a Fed Ex package containing a big stack of loose leaf papers with handwritten notes. The person that sent them back to me forgot to require a signature upon delivery, and…