Small is as small does. I live in a suburb of Seattle, Federal Way, Washington where it is said that there are 90,000 residents. Compared to Los Angeles that had 6 million when I left in 1996, 90,000 is small to me and I love it here. It is small enough to retain a sense of the values of its citizens, but large enough to find what you need and want. Participating in the community has been a revelation and a joy. It calls to some part of me that lingers in the aftermath of The Music Man.
Tonight I had a conflict in my schedule. As a Precinct Committee Officer, I was scheduled to attend the monthly Republican meeting and our Chief of Police, Brian J. Wilson’s retirement ceremony. I went to the Retirement Ceremony. The room was full of people who had served with him throughout his long outstanding career and to wish him well in his next post as the Chief of Staff for our new Mayor, Jim Ferrell. I got to add my own best wishes and a thank you for Chief Wilson’s service by simply walking across the room and shaking his hand. I was able to do the same thing with our new Mayor and City Council members, as well as other people I knew in the room. What a feeling for a woman from Los Angeles – though I’ve now been a Washington resident for coming on 18 years. I know firefighters, police officers, emergency management personnel personally and I’m on a first name basis with our town’s political representatives. I’ve attended parades, supported candidates, talked with my state representatives about issues both locally and statewide. It feels good to be a member of this community.