Art Koura, almost 90, misses Bainbridge Island. In 1919, his parents, Otohiko and Hatsuko Koura, strapped on their infant son and came here to pick strawberries. They liked it so much that a year later they left their Seattle home to try farming on the island. Six years later, they had as many children and seven acres on High School Road. The farm was successful, and Otohiko became president of the Community Association from 1936 to 1941.
Recently, people rush up to me on Winslow Way with questioning but uneasy looks on their faces. “Are you really happy in your condo?” they ask.
It’s surprising that there aren’t more bicycle-vehicle collisions on Bainbridge Island’s seven-mile stretch of State Route 305 when considering the thousands of vehicles and hundreds of two-wheelers that race to and fro the ferry terminal each day. Collisions are common on a busy road that is generally an accident looking to happen, but the last major bicycle-vehicle accident occurred nearly four years ago when a car driven by a Bremerton woman – distracted by a cell phone – struck and threw an island man 85 feet. Chris Stanley was seriously injured but miraculously lived to tell about it.
We seemed to have survived March with all it’s madness that showed up in so many varieties this year. Is it just me, or does lunacy seem particularly abundant?
At least some members of the City Council believe the city would be wise to impose a $20 fee on…
Unfortunately, Serenity Court, a valued member of the Bainbridge Island community for more than 30 years, may be forced to…
Learning to live with the pains of community growth can turn friendly neighbors into enemies, especially on Bainbridge Island. There…
Figuratively speaking, David Moseley, only 16 days into his new job as Assistant Secretary of Transportation, stood hat in hand…
There appears to be a curative stratagem occurring these days on Bainbridge Island, where politicians, social service professionals and caring…
Ah, another road end issue. Let’s try to make sense of it. Island architect Ron Holsman wants to buy a…
In describing the late Arnie Jackson, the first word that comes to Dave Hannon’s mind is “gruff.” Hannon recalls a…
Get on the bus, the adage goes. Islanders do just that – to a point. Every morning, we queue up…
In this spirit of this week’s holiday, we pull a chestnut from the Review’s editorial page archives and wish readers…
