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Madrona Way, now free of Checkpoint Charlie for the first time in nine months. (David Svien photo)

   The corner of Madrona Way and Sherman, now free of Checkpoint Charlie for the first time in nine months. (David Svien photo)

Our long national nightmare is done.

If you had nine months in the Madrona Way road project bingo game, time to cash in.

Checkpoint Charlie, which has loomed outside Coupeville Sports World Headquarters, right there on the intersection of Madrona and Sherman, is no more.

Freedom. Sweet, sweet driving freedom.

No longer do a kazillion cars have to make a right, shoot up past my duplex, then make the scintillating choice between taking Black Rd. or the highway.

Now we have TWO, I say TWO ways in to town.

What an age to live in…

Now what insignificant thing will I have to whine about?

Oh, don’t worry about me. I’m sure I’ll find something.

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John Tristao and son Ty. (Photo from GoFundMe)

John Tristao and son Ty. (Photo from GoFundMe)

This one hits close to home.

John Tristao is one of the most talented guys I have ever known, and yet, even after he hit the big time (again), he always remained exactly the same.

The cat is cool, and he was cool when he was working for the Coupeville School District and when he was fronting for Creedence Clearwater Revisited.

Not being at the heart of the town’s gossip anymore, with Videoville being gone, I hadn’t heard about John’s health issues.

I didn’t know he had suffered a near-catastrophic incident in which his aortic valve tore “from the top of his heart all the way into the kidneys.”

I didn’t know he had an aortic aneurysm dissection, and that doctors barely saved his life.

My father, who worked nearly every day of his life, died suddenly, from an aortic dissection.

He was working one day, in the hospital later that day, and gone the next morning.

John Ritter died the same way.

Aortic dissections are hard to catch, and if you don’t know what you’re facing, almost impossible to stop.

The doctors were able to save John Tristao, and for that, I am deeply happy.

But now, finding out about his health problems, and how they have affected his family — all people I have known for years — I want to do whatever I can to help them.

John’s wife, Beth, is one of the hardest-working, light-up-your-life people I have been blessed to know.

She and her dad Leo painted the “new” Videoville (the building that is now Harada Psychical Therapy), and her spirit is truly contagious.

Their son Ty grew up, as many Coupeville kids did, in the aisles of the store, and his cousin, Emma Puharic, was one of my favorite co-workers when I was at Christopher’s on Whidbey in recent years.

With John unable to work, and with extensive hospital bills, the Tristaos could use all the help possible right now.

As we all know, I have little to no money myself, but I do have this blog, which reaches an ever-increasing readership, so I’m using it to help put the word out.

To find out much more about John’s situation, and possibly help him out, pop over to the GoFundMe page set up by friends of the family:

https://www.gofundme.com/74xxmmgk

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"We're gonna blow this joint down. They ain't never heard a beat like this!" (John Fisken photos)

“We’re gonna blow this joint down. They ain’t never heard a beat like this!” (John Fisken photos)

Tami

Star Lord (right) commands the Central Whidbey Co-Op Preschool float.

Marines

The Marine Corps League rolls proud.

biker

  Riding for POW/MIAs — remembering those whose journey home was interrupted or never fulfilled.

segway

The snappiest ride in town.

Allison

Allison Wenzel lets loose with some vocal stylings.

Leo club

   Bree Daigneault’s heart is full and her toes are light, as she and (l to r) Sofia Hassapis, Joey Lippo and Grey Rische rep the Leos.

Pearl Harbor

Grand Marshal Harold Johnson gets a round of applause.

Jerry Helm

Jerry Helm leads Central Whidbey’s firefighters down the parade path.

Savanna

Savanna Dohner has never been afraid of a camera. Never, ever, ever.

grocery carts

   Volunteers from the Gifts from the Heart Food Bank, out for a stroll with their designer grocery carts.

flute

“Play another song? OK, if you insist…”

The entire town might not have been in Coupeville’s Memorial Day parade Saturday, but it was probably close.

Showing big cities everywhere how it’s done, Central Whidbey closed off the streets and put together its best show on a day of remembrance.

Music, costumes, floats and tributes to fallen warriors — Cow Town at its best.

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Danny Savalza (left) and Tim Quinn ask you to Bow Down.

   Danny Savalza (left) and Tim Quinn ask you, respectfully, to Bow Down to Cow Town.

It is not the first time, nor probably the last, that I have irritated someone.

In my idiotic exuberance, I have sometimes referred to Coupeville as Cow Town over the past few months.

Now, I understand that there are some who find this disparaging. But I am not one of those people.

I have lived on Whidbey since 1989 and I know that the term has often been used derisively by those who want to make fun of Coupeville.

Poopville is another old favorite.

My reason for using Cow Town is to reclaim the words and turn them from mocking into a celebration.

This is a town built on farming, on cows. And, while economic times have changed the look of the town, why would you not be proud of that?

The Shermans, the Bishops, the Engles — these are the names that made Coupeville what it is. And farming made them what they are.

We should be proud of that heritage.

We are Cow Town, and you will bow down to us.

But, if it troubles enough people (I know it bothers at least some), I can reign myself in … a bit.

Won’t like it (no ma’am), but I’ll abide and retire the phrase.

So, here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to let you, my readers, make the call.

If you’re fine with Bow Down to Cow Town, vote YES.

If you think I’m trading off of old slurs better forgotten, vote NO.

The poll will be open for 48 hours and close at noon Tuesday. You can vote as many times as you like.

Democracy will decide which route I take starting at 12:01 that afternoon.

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Heather Ausman (GoFundMe photo)

Heather Ausman (GoFundMe photo)

“My plan, God willing, is to live long enough to see my children grow up and have families of their own.”

I don’t know Heather Ausman personally, but I do know cancer.

My aunt Loni (who, was in many ways, a fairly ornery lady) had a doctor tell her family that, if they had a priest, they should call him in because she had hours left.

She then sat up and slapped the doctor (or so the legend goes) and fought the ravages of cancer for another 25+ years.

They weren’t always easy years, but, as I said, she was ornery and didn’t go out easily.

Ausman, a Coupeville mother of three young girls, is in her third battle with stage four breast cancer.

I hope that, deep down, she is as ornery as my aunt, and lives to fight on for many years.

We as a community, as a family bound together by our claiming of Cow Town as our residence, can, and should, do everything possible to help her in that fight.

For her, and for her girls.

Ausman has set up a GoFundMe account, and the link to that is below. Anything you can part with will help her family to deal with what are overwhelming medical costs.

Also, two Coupeville businesses — Brett’s Bread and Whidbey Isle Yarns, Gifts and Teas — have issued a challenge to other businesses in town to donate 10% of their Saturday, Jan. 24 sales to help Ausman.

http://www.gofundme.com/OnlyGodKnowsWhen

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