Feel free to add your own ideas.

Rick gets a large gold star wall adornment, a leather caiman rustler hat with caiman claw trim, along with a statuette depicting caiman-human history in honor of posting the funniest first thing in the morning seen post.

Steve gets various whirlygigs, hanging and tabletop, all spinning and abstract, in honor of his comic genius.

White Feather gets a toy teddybear armed with a toy gun of his choice -and- a wand. Said bear is complete with jacket with pockets overflowing with cash.

Emmett gets a full scale large table top geographically correct model of this region, fitted out with flood capabilities and earthquake shift buttons and tiny toy fish that actually stream through the flowing waters.

The Fire Inside is set up with a film festival of his choice that he organizes and presents. To the rest of us. And we have to watch without whining.

Help me out folks, we have many more awards to dream up.

Earlier in March, the Herald in Everett published a letter by John Brandt, the NSM unit leader for Snohomish County. Later another letter was published in response to Brandt. I think this is helpful to read, we can learn what other communities are doing and discussing. 

Published: Saturday, March 11, 2006

Don't give publicity to race-based hatred

The below signed representatives of their respective organizations and congregations, and elected officials, write in response to The Herald's publication on Tuesday of John Brandt's letter, "People who protest us are the problem."

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Ron Sakolsky will be reading tonight at Last Word Books in downtown Olympia on fourth ave at seven pm. Ron taught at Evergreen from 1990-91. His newest book is titled: Creating Anarchy.

United Farm Workers of America

I would die of starvation
I could not eat
My god there might be corn (maize) in this food
you know where that comes from
them

I could not enjoy music
because that beat might come from you know where
those notes (all music in house destroyed)

No I could not revel in art one of them maybe two used hands brush pencil clay beads glass canvas wood (no art)

I would die of deprivation
no sleep I might dream of them dancing (I am them) I might dream that I dance in the flow in the beat I might dream that I am cedar tree of strong roots in my village and branches lifted high in the color washed sky (no dreams)

I would die
I would not know my Home

Sarah 3/31/2006