Friday, May 12, 2017

Washington Easter Egg Hunt With An Alaskan Earthquake

Illustration by Jake Jones
This morning my nephew sent me news of the swarms of earthquakes currently shaking Western Washington, along with this recollection from my nephew's dad, who is also my brother, Jake Jones, with my brother recollecting an Easter Egg Hunt in Burlington, Washington, which happened the same weekend the Pacific Northwest, and especially Alaska, were struck by the most powerful earthquake ever recorded. I am amazed at how well my brother remembers details from over a half century ago....


The Burlington Chamber of Commerce together with the Kiwanis Club of Burlington annually sponsored an Easter egg hunt. In the 1960’s the Easter egg hunt was held in Maiben Park, just across the street from our house on Washington Avenue.

There must have been no shortage of eggs, at least chicken eggs, during the 60’s, because one day a year in Spring, the grassy areas of Maiben Park would be littered with thousands of colored hard boiled, and a few specially decorated Easter eggs. Somebody’s Mom must have stayed up late more than just one night to boil and color all those eggs. By this time in my life I was on to Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, and the Easter bunny. I knew who was who. Three months earlier I was a believer in the big three, the Tooth Fairy, even though she only put out 35 cents a tooth, the Easter bunny, with her Easter baskets, and Santa Claus. Three months ago on Christmas morning my faith got shaken to its core as I got an inside glimpse into who really was responsible for hiding our Christmas stockings. It wasn’t Santa Claus, unless, maybe, Santa was working in house with an older member of our household. Dad and Santa could have been in cahoots in the hiding of the stockings. Thinking back on it now it only made sense that Dad knew where my stocking was hid because Santa had told him where all of our stockings were hid. I want to believe. It just seemed suspicious after looking for over an hour every where possible inside our house and crying like a baby that Dad knew without hesitation where to find my stocking.

“Did you look inside the dryer?”
“Really? Look again.”

And there buried behind and under the load of dried clothes was my stocking. I want to believe. I want to believe even if the Tooth Fairy can only afford 35 cents a tooth. I have twenty baby teeth that are at sometime in the foreseeable future are going to be replaced by my permanent teeth. Twenty times on average, 50 cents, I’m taking into account possible inflation, equals $10. Every little bit adds up. $10 is equivalent to being paid to pick nine flats of strawberries or 556 Maiben park worms. How hard is it to believe in the Tooth Fairy when there’s no down side to it? So you sleep one night with a rotten little baby tooth under your pillow and in the morning there’s some coin, cash, in its place. Easy money.

 Now the Easter bunny is right up there, but not quite, with Santa Claus. The Easter bunny has just about as much to do with the death and resurrection of Jesus as Santa Claus has to do with his birth in Bethlehem. If I’m to believe in Santa Claus then what the hell why not believe in a giant Bunny that brings you presents and peeps in a basket on Easter morning.

 So it was on Saturday March 21st 1964 that the Chamber of Commerce and Kiwanis of Burlington sponsored an Easter egg hunt in Maiben Park. Hundreds of hundreds of kids, age no I.D. in diapers, to 16 year olds with driver licenses who posed as a 14 year olds, which was the age limit to participate converged on the park.

 Bright and early before any of us were even out of bed the Easter egg hunt volunteers were at work dividing the park into four sections using rebar, rope, and trees. The toddler, age diapers, Mom or Dad picking up the egg, to 4 years old were in a roped off section in the middle of the park. Inside the 100 by 100 roped off toddler section were hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of colored Easter eggs. It was not possible to take a step without stepping on an Easter egg. It was very similar to worm picking on a balmy spring, damp, no wind evening in the same area of the park. Worms, like these Easter eggs, were everywhere and stepping on a worm resulted in that worm being unfit for resale at 1.8 cents. Stepping on a hard boiled egg just meant it was going to be the first egg in a potato or an egg salad sandwich.

 Eggs retailed in the 1960’s for 57 cents a dozen. These were grain fed, one chicken per two to four square feet of 24 hour illuminated caged captivity. There were no “Free Range” happy go lucky have the run of the farm commercial chickens in the 1960’s. Just like long hair on a guy, until the Beatles came along, you’d have been laughed out of the county for suggesting happy chickens produce happy eggs. Just like in the 1956 movie The Ten Commandments with Charlton Heston,

“Let my people go!”
“Chickens be Free!”

 Be free, be happy and produce happy eggs. The chickens of Skagit County in the 1960’s had no idea there was a movement afoot to free all chickens from the bondage imposed by man.  Just as many in the northern United State were not aware a similar movement was afoot in the deep south of our country to free the Negroes in our country from hatred and bigotry and unequal voting rights. Free range chickens. Right! What could possibly be next? Organic produced chicken eggs?

The little league baseball field in Maiben Park was all enclosed in cyclone fencing and was the area in the park dedicated to the 8 to 12-year-old Easter egg hunters. This is the, “I’m too cool but still want to be a kid and hunt for Easter eggs” age group, especially the 12 year olds who thought they were stud athletes who had played in little league games on this field. Easter egg hiding places are far and few between the foul lines on a baseball field so the committee in charge elected to include the entire northeast corner of the park, which included the bleachers, trees, and the Girl Scout meeting building just north of the stand of old growth cedar trees. The 12 year olds would really need to look hard for their Easter eggs. This was also true for the 13 to 14 year olds whose egg hunting section of the park was in the old growth cedar trees in the southeast corner of the park.

The true believers, “the sky’s falling”, “run”, who will believe anything you tell them, age 5 to 7 had free range to look for Easter eggs anywhere they chose in the park following the free for all frantic dash for Easter eggs in their own 100 by 100 roped off section of park.

The majority of the kids, probably 99% of the kids, wore their play or school clothes to the Easter egg hunt. That dress code was not O.K. with Mom. Mom liked dressing us kids up whenever possible as she was proud of her brood and liked showing us off. And so it was on this gorgeous, cloud free Saturday, eight days before Easter at an Easter egg hunt in Maiben park just across the street from our front yard, thanks to Mom, we were all dressed in our Sunday best.

 Mom thought a dark colored bow tie with a white short sleeve shirt and slacks on a guy, and a frilly pink layered dress with black shiny shoes with toe and heel straps, and short white socks were attractive attire for 7-year-old Nancy and 3-year-old Jackie. Besides their cute, frilly, J.C. Penneys Sunday school best dress, Mom had taken the time to curl, with hair curlers, blow dryers were still in the future, and style both girls straight hair into attractive, cute as can be, little girl hairdos with color coordinated hair berets and matching hand gloves.

 Besides the hundreds and hundreds of Easter egg hunting kids, their parents, and relatives who had nothing else better to do, and all of the Chamber of Commerce and Kiwanis volunteers, two city of Burlington, Monday thru Friday employees, who were now on a Saturday overtime garbage detail, and a giant Easter bunny handing out Peeps to anyone he or she could see looking thru the two hidden eye holes in the bunny costume, there was a reporter sent from the Skagit Valley Herald to get the scoop on this years Easter egg hunt. So with his 35 mm black and white camera taking photos in one hand and his pen, note pad and journalistic prowess in the other, he began photographing and interviewing participants and parents for next Saturdays, the day before Easter, edition of the paper.

 Dad was with Jackie in the toddler division waiting for the noon whistle when the Skagit Valley Herald reporter started photographing and interviewing cute little Jackie with her curly blonde hair and empty Easter basket.

“What’s your name?”
“How old are you?”
“Where do you live?”
“Is this your first Easter egg hunt?”
“Are you here alone?”

 The fire siren atop the three story city hall building in downtown Burlington blew a noon whistle or siren, every day of the week to mark midday, or the noon lunch hour. The siren could be heard well beyond the welcome to Burlington city limit signs on Highway 20 to the northeast of town and as far south as the Highway 99 bridge crossing the Skagit River into Mount Vernon. This Saturday noon whistle would signal the start of this years Easter egg hunt. At the first inclination of the sound of a siren the ropes being held by the volunteers were dropped and the mad dash to pick up as many eggs as possible by the kids and some parents was on.

 The mad dash for hard boiled colored Easter eggs in the toddler to 4-year-old division is over almost as quickly as it begins with the parents of the toddler to 4 year olds leading the charge to pick up as many eggs as possible for their little ones. The anticipation and excitement of the Easter, egg hunt is quickly replaced with a look of despair, and hurt, and “I wanna cry!” by some of those in the toddler division whose parents didn’t or weren’t able to help pick up any Easter eggs.

 The search for the 8 to 12 year olds in the little league field area and the 13 to 14-year-old division in the woods took a little longer to find all the eggs, not because there are more eggs or because some of the eggs, including the “Golden Egg” were actually hid and required some actual Easter egg hunting, but because its not cool being an older kid to run or act excited about looking for an Easter egg.

 And so it was 5 minutes after the Easter egg hunt began it was over. All the ropes were on the ground and all ages of kids and parents were milling about the park looking for family members or that last rogue hidden egg. There were 1 golden and 1silver egg hidden in each division and each golden or silver egg was redeemable for a cash prize. As it turned out the Easter egg committee let it be known shortly after all the mayhem there was still a rogue egg hid out there somewhere in the park and it was one of the silver eggs. I was standing next to the Easter egg official when he shouted

“We’re still missing a silver egg!”

 As he made the announcement he pointed with his finger, (he knew where the undiscovered silver egg was hid), towards the far end of the park and a tree directly in front of our house. I noticed as he pointed his finger, his finger pointed up just slightly. The egg must be in the tree. I was in and out of that tree within two minutes, the silver egg was hid in the branches 8 feet up the trunk of the tree. I never would have found that silver egg if it weren’t for the Easter egg official pointing up to that tree.

“Jackie’s picture is going to be in the paper”
“How do you know that?”
“Because the nerdy, but competent, Skagit Valley Herald reporter said it was his turn for an exclusive Saturday edition story and he thought cute little Jackie with her naturally curly blond hair would be perfect for next Saturdays, the day before Easter, edition of the paper.”

How cool is that? Little sister Jackie was going to be on the front page of the paper. We just had to wait a week before she became famous.

 News Flash! Friday, March 27, 5:36 pm. A 9.2 earthquake has struck the Alaskan town of Anchorage and its surrounding area. Many are feared dead. A Tsunami warning has been sounded for coastal towns.

 The Skagit Valley Herald’s weekend edition of the news is its Saturday’s edition of the news which is collaborated Friday evening for early Saturday distribution. The news of the devastating Alaskan earthquake trumped all previous scheduled news scheduled for print on that Friday evening. The cute photo and accompanying article of a naturally curly blonde three-year-old girl named Jackie, in her frilly pink layered Easter dress with her black shiny shoes with toe and heel straps and short white socks, and her color coordinated hair berets and matching gloves were now filed in the round file cabinet on the editor’s floor of the newsroom never to be seen again.

 The reverberation of the four-and-a-half-minute earthquake, the most powerful recorded mega thrust earthquake ever recorded in U.S. history and the resulting tsunami and its consequences extended further than a front page story in the Skagit Valley Herald. The earthquake and following tsunami were responsible for 139 deaths, $311 million dollars in damages, and years and years of rebuilding.

I want to believe in the big three, Santa Claus, even if Dad has a part in it, The Easter bunny, which brings joy and happiness, and the Tooth Fairy, who just brings cash. There’s no downside to believing. Life is too fragile and can so easily be taken from you at any time without a moment's notice. Who does it hurt to believe?  I want to believe. I will believe, not just for me, but for all I leave.

Jake Jones

Thursday, May 11, 2017

Aunt Alice Tells Us Zeke's Drive-In Voted Best Northwest Roadside Burger

Zeke's Drive-In was voted the Best Roadside Burger in Best Northwest Escapes 2017 viewers' poll.

Aunt Alice, who used to live somewhat near Zeke's Gold Bar location, when she lived in Sultan, prior to moving to the town of Tonasket in Eastern Washington, pointed us to Zeke's today via a report about Zeke's Drive-In on Seattle's KING 5 News.

Zeke's Drive-In was opened by Zeke way back in 1968, almost a half century ago.

Zeke is no longer with us, but Zeke's Drive-In remains a family operation.

We remember Zeke's as having in season fresh fruit milkshakes. Blackberry being a favorite.

Fresh fruit shakes and cheeseburgers with real cheese, with the cheese grated for maximum flavor and meltability.

At Zeke's, at least back when Zeke was still making the burgers, one had multiple cheese choices, such as opting for extra sharp cheddar. The last time we stopped at Zeke's, late in the previous century, on the way over Stevens Pass en route to Leavenworth, the Zeke's burger's cheese option was no longer grated, with a selection of cheese choices.

Even without Zeke's signature grated cheese the Zeke's cheeseburger and blackberry shake was still memorable.

We suspect the Fidalgo Drive-In in Anacortes was a close runner up in the Best Northwest Roadside Burger poll. We recently posted a review of the Fidalgo Drive-In's burgers.

Zeke's Drive-In does not have a website, but Zeke's Drive-In is on Facebook...

Saturday, April 1, 2017

Seattle Space Needle April Fools Day Collapse

Text message received moments ago with the text explaining what we see in this photo...

Seattle Space Needle has collapsed.

A calamity such as the Space Needle collapsing would seem to be big news, but so far the only report received about this calamitous catastrophe has been the aforementioned text message and accompanying photo.

Since today is April 1 we strongly suspect this news about the Seattle Space Needle collapsing is what is known as an April Fools Day bit of foolery...

Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Oso Washington Mudslide Update From The Jones Boys

Update from the Washington Jones Boys about the Oso Mudslide.

Today we drove down and visited for the first time the nation's deadliest landslide. The pictures don't do justice. A small community literally was covered when an logged mountain couldn't hold an abnormal amount of rain. We expected to do some hiking this afternoon, but the area is off limits to the public. A makeshift memorial of this tragic event is located where we were able to stop and snap a few pictures. 

The text on the makeshift memorial....

This is the site of the deadliest landslide in U.S. history. The SR 530 Flooding and Mudslide disaster occurred at 10:37 a.m. March 22, 2014. It took lives of 43 people and injured 10 others, destroyed 36 homes, and flooded 9 others as the slide material dammed the North Fork of the Stillaguamish River. The slide also damaged a one-mile section of State Route 530 and the Whitehorse Trail.

The future of this area is dependent upon many factors, including river activity during the winter and spring, as well as any further movement of the hillside.

Snohomish County Parks has purchased thirteen (13) acres with conservation futures funds for a future memorial site that will meet the expectations of the families affected by this disaster. The families consider this ground hallowed and we ask for your cooperation by staying off the property until a formal memorial can be developed.

Looking through the Jones Boy's windshield at the remains of the mudslide and the makeshift memorial, with what looks to be a flower tribute at its base.

Saturday, January 28, 2017

Fidalgo Drive-In Cheeseburger Summer Review

It is the middle of winter, currently.

Even though it is the middle of winter I thought a Summer Cheeseburger Review might come in handy if you are traveling to Anacortes, Washington, possibly on the way to get on a ferry to the San Juan Islands.

This Cheeseburger Review is brought to you via YouTube by the food critic you see here, taking a big bite of a Fidalgo Drive-In Cheeseburger, with some  reviewing help from her dad and grandma.

One bite sends the Cheeseburger Reviewer into Cheeseburger ecstasy.

That item you see with two straws sticking out of it is a Root Beer Float.

The Cheeseburger Reviewer was equally pleased with the Root Beer Float, even after it gave her a brain freeze moment.

The Fidalgo Drive-In is easy to find. It is located at 2908 Commercial Avenue, which is the main drag through Anacortes, which most people drive on their way to the ferry dock, or Washington Park

You can get more info about the Fidalgo Drive-In, and check what else is on the menu besides Cheeseburgers and Root Beer Floats, by visiting the Fidalgo Drive-In website.

You can watch the Fidalgo Drive-In Cheeseburger Summer Review  below....

Friday, October 28, 2016

Maxine's 2016 North Cascades Adventure Trek To Stehekin

What follows is Maxine's tale of this year's North Cascades trek to Stehekin...

We took a new route in to Stehekin this year, we wanted to take this trail last year but it was closed due to wildfires. We took the Thunder Creek/Park Pass route, the trailhead is at the Colonial Creek Campground and Mike dropped us off at 8:30 a.m. on Tuesday the 6th of September.

I thought I could use my 25 liter pack but it was too small, so borrowed my sisters 36 liter pack and it was too small so I ended up borrowing a 60 liter pack from Skip. We all ended up carrying about 33 # each which doesn’t sound like much but it was heavy enough!!!!! and I used everything I brought.

The first day we hiked 14.8 miles to Skagit Queen Campground, the trail follows Thunder Creek and was up and down all day through a mossy forest. We saw a woman and her daughter about 20 minutes in to the trail (they had spent the night at Neve Campground) and then we didn’t see another person again until day 3 after we made it over the pass.

There were 3 of us, my friend Delyn and Skip and me. Skip has always wanted to hike in this trail; he has always been our fearless leader, when we crawl out of our tent in the morning there is always fresh coffee waiting, he makes sure we have the proper gear and our packs are loaded properly - that kind of a guy. He had colon cancer 3 years ago but is very fit, trim 5’4” 130# and has hiked in Bridge Creek and Cascade Pass since his surgery with no problem.

Skip was sick the whole first day on the trail and ended up so weak by the afternoon he was taking 10 steps and resting, 10 steps and resting. Delyn and I reached Junction Campground at 5 p.m. and thought we should spend the night there rather than go on but Skip wouldn’t have any part of it and insisted we hike on to Skagit Queen. I was ahead on the trail and kept thinking I would reach our campsite, get a nice fire going and hike back to help with the packs.

It kept getting darker and I had to put on my headlamp, I kept thinking the campground would be around the next bend and the next and the next. I reached the bridge crossing Skagit Queen Creek at 7:45 and waited for Delyn and Skip, After a half hour of waiting I started getting uneasy, had I taken the wrong path? Were they in trouble?

So I hiked back down the path, hollering as I went. They were about a mile back. Skip was even weaker. Skip’s GPS said the campground was very near the bridge, once we made it to the bridge Skip said leave me here, find the campground and come back and get me.

I insisted he leave his pack and that we all would find the campground together and I would go back and get his pack. The campground was another 10 minutes down the trail. We got there at 9:30 and set up our camp by head lamp.

I went back and got his pack, armed with Bear Spray. Skip was exhausted and went to bed without eating. Delyn and I made Top Ramen, hung our food in a tree and got into our sleeping bags at 11 p.m. Water was a 20 minute walk away down to the creek.  It started raining after we went to bed and was still raining the next morning.

We slept until 8:30, had a leisurely breakfast and hit the trail at 10:30. We passed ancient mining equipment and followed switchbacks bisected by a huge pipe used to divert Skagit Queen Creek long ago.

We were so tired from that first day, we stopped for lunch at 12:30 in an area strewn with huge boulders near a creek. We decided a hot lunch would be good so boiled water and had more Top Ramen. While we were eating Delyn saw a black blur, we all looked and sure enough it was a mother bear and 2 cubs. Big, beautiful and with glossy black coats. They couldn’t get away from us fast enough and scrambled over each other to get to the other side of the creek.

I am so glad they were scared!

We put on our ponchos and continued down the trail, up, up, up  and down, down, down.  We reached Thunder Basin Horse camp about 4:30. There is creek crossing there with no bridge, no tree to walk across or rocks to hop our way to the other side on so we had to wade across in water that reached midcalf.

We continued on and hiked out of the forest in to a meadow area, we can now see the pass and the trail leading across and it’s way up there. We stared up at it and figured “no way”. By now it’s 5 p.m., we’re soaked and cold. The underbrush is all wet blueberry bushes.

When Skip reaches us we tell him we think we need to spend the night at Thunder Basin and hike over tomorrow and he agreed. We set up camp in the rain, Skip went to bed to warm up and we passed a Mountain High Chicken and Dumpling meal in to him to eat. Hung up the food,

I had a cup of hot Tang and Delyn ate part of an ancient egg salad sandwich and we were in bed by 7. I put on nice warm socks and then went to pee and by the time I got back my socks were soaked. Fortunately I had one more pair of dry socks left. This was supposed to be an 8 mile day and I am sure we did only 5, maybe less.

You know you’re in trouble when you get a 10:30 start and take a hot lunch break 2 hours later.

The next morning the weather had improved, we packed up and were back on the trail by 8:30. The climb up to the pass was steep through woods and rock rubble, but no scary cliffs or drop offs. The whole time I have been anticipating scary drop offs.

We rested at the end of every switch back and reached the pass about 11 a.m. There were nice views of glaciers, mountain peaks and even a rainbow. The pass is 6100 feet and Delyn is nauseated.

Is it the altitude or the egg sandwich?

The sun was coming out on the east side and the east side drops down to a beautiful dry meadow.  We reached Buckner Campground ( our original destination for our 2nd night) after 4 ½ hours of hiking. We see a Park Ranger grooming the trail and then pass a young couple hiking up to the pass.

Skip and I are in the lead and Delyn hears them say “I wonder if those are the people that were supposed to stay at Buckner”. We take a lunch break at Buckner Campground, replenish our water and reach Bridge Creek Campground about 6:45 p.m. This is the meet up spot for 6 members of our group who are hiking to Stehekin via Cascade Pass. Only 2 members of the group are there, Ger and Barb.

This year I invited my cousin Frank and his wife Lynn to hike over to Stehekin. Lyn works with some of the other nurses that are part of this group and both Lyn and Frank are very outdoorsy and I thought they would enjoy the trip. Frank was a boy scout leader for years and they both are in shape and were excited to hike in. They invited a friend and her son to join them. Ger and Barb had talked to the Park Ranger just before we got there. Lyn had trouble walking on the rock scree and her knee was bothering her. Frank was carrying both packs, they were hiking less than a mile per hour. There was a park ranger at Pelton Basin rescuing someone with a heart attack and Frank and Lyn ask him to relay a message to Ger and Barb that they were moving slowly and would get to Bridge Creek late that night or the next morning.

The next morning, Ger and Barb and Skip head on to Stehekin Ranch. I decided to wait for Lyn and Frank and Delyn said she would wait with me. Frank and Lyn were moving so slowly that we figured we would need to spend one more night at Bridge Creek. Ger and Barb and Skip left all their leftover food with us. We settled in for a leisurely day, gathered firewood and cleaned up camp. Lay the tent and our bags out to dry.

At about 11 a.m. Lyn and Frank’s two friends came rushing in to camp. Frank had fallen and twisted his knee and couldn’t bear his weight. They thought we needed to get horses from the ranch and ride up to rescue them.

Then Colter, son of the ranch owner Cliff, showed up to replenish the tent. We told him we would clean up if he would take Lyn and Frank’s friends to the ranch to arrange for a horse rescue. Off they went, we gathered our gear and were back on the trail by 12:30. We made it to the ranch by 3. Cliff set off by horseback with two horses following him. He reached Lyn and Frank by dusk and spent the night on the trail with them. They got up at 5:30 a.m. and came out on horses, Cliff led the way and the horse he rode in on was used to haul their packs.

Lyn and Frank were fine, except for their knees. I heard the horse rescue cost $1,000.00 as opposed to a helicopter rescue of $50,000.00. I didn’t have the heart to ask. They were in good spirits, thank God! And enjoyed their stay at the ranch. We dipped in Lake Chelan the next day and one of our friends brought in blow up paddle boards and so I went paddle boarding for the first time. Had the best massage I’ve ever had in my life and then we hiked  out the Bridge Creek trail on Monday the 12th. We had mandolin and guitar music, it was a great time.

One good thing that happened is that Cottonwood camp that has been closed for years had just been reopened this year and Stehekin Outfitters had a big tent with cots set up there, so Lyn and Frank spent 2 nights there. They didn’t know that is was associated with the same outfit that provides the tent at Bridge Creek, just a fortunate coincidence. When Cliff showed up with the horses they thought they were going to have to move out of the tent because a paying customer had shown up.

My camera died on day one so I didn’t take many pictures. Fortunately Skip did so I will have pictures to show soon.


Wednesday, April 13, 2016

Wade Hudson Family & Friends Picket Okanogan Courthouse For Justice

In January we blogged about Justice For Tonasket's Wade Hudson's Murder By Omak Cop.

A paragraph from that blog post for those not familiar with this particular crime...

On Saturday, September 26, 2015 33 year old Wade Hudson was brutally beaten to death in Omak, Washington by police person Shane Schaefer. Wade was murdered because he had a series of epileptic seizures from which he had not fully recovered and was not able to respond to the demands of this very aggressive, abusive killer in uniform. There is a civil law suit filed by Wade's parents against this murderer and a congressman helping to ask for an independent investigation into this death. The Omak, WA police agency has done an internal investigation and found the killer not guilty of murder. The evidence and witnesses do not support their decision. Please help us, Wade's family send this evil cop to prison and get him off the streets before he kills more innocent citizens for being very ill and disabled.

On Monday Wade Husdon's family and friends staged a demonstration in front of the Okanogan County Courthouse protesting the fact that the Okanogan county prosecutor has failed to prosecute police officer Shane Schaefer for the brutal beating of Wade Hudson who was having an epileptic seizure, which the ignorant police officer found threatening, apparently, and thus fatally beat Wade Hudson.

All caught on video.

The Omak-Okanogan County Chronicle covered the Hudson Family Protest, as you can see, above, via the front page of the Tuesday, April 12, 2016 edition.

Slowly the wheels of justice turn. Sometimes too slowly....