Wednesday, March 01, 2006

The Palm Springs of Washington

During this most painful sabbatical by the Smoking Christian I will take this time to clear up some misconceptions about our beloved city Yakima, WA. Anything but obscure, this bustling metropolis situated in south central Washington State between the Yakama Indian Reservation and the shuttered Boise Cascade sawmill, boasts many wonderful features and persons of renown.

Phil and Steve Mahre, the famous World Cup and Olympic ski champions once lived near Yakima and now live kind of close. Native son and Supreme Court Justice William O. Douglas moved away to live and die in Goose Prairie. Famed pitching coach of the New York Yankees Mel Stottlemyre hasn’t been back to Yakima in years and Willie Nelson’s mother, a long-time Yakima resident, who died recently did not have a visit from her famous son even for her funeral.

All in all though its a pleasant place to live. Demographically we are very diverse. We used to have three ethnic groups but now we are down to two. Without going into the messy details let’s just say that Martin Luther King Jr. Avenue has recently been renamed Caesar Chavez Boulevard. (Our Native American neighbors are not counted in these totals because they are a separate sovereign nation with national heroes of their own.)

We are fortunate to live in an upper income ($35,000+ per year) enclave above the valley floor called Viewmont Palisades. This upscale neighborhood of attractive McMansions is scheduled to have paved streets as soon as the city extends the sewer lines.

Culturally speaking, we are very proud of our own Central Washington State Fair. It used to be the State Fair but other regions wanted a piece of the lucrative 4-H livestock auction. Now the Cinco de Mayo celebrations and the rodeo in another town 30 miles away are the highlights of our calendar.

We are very diverse agriculturally. We did have the very first case of Mad Cow disease in the US but we are proud of the fact that our apples are now completely Alar-free.

Even though our murder rate per capita ranks just above South Central Los Angeles we have the finest police department anywhere and this helps push the methamphetamine trade to the more rural areas of the county. This works out well for the manufactured home dealers who sell special models with kitchens equipped for the do-it-yourself chemist.

Shopping opportunities are equally impressive. We used to have our very own Nordstrom but the management has been super nice and has promised to send their many loyal Yakima customers by three hour bus ride to their stores in Seattle at a reasonable fare. We are soon to get our second Wal-Mart Superstore in a zoned residential area. This will be a very convenient walk from anywhere and we’ll be able to see the bright lights and busy activity in their parking lot 24 hours a day from our house in Viewmont Palisades.

Recreational activities abound. Even though all our city pools are closed, we have the scenic Yakima River, which runs slow enough and shallow enough for swimmers at least two months of the year. It is such fun to watch the cute little brown children dive off the Burlington Northern Railroad bridge as their dutiful and attentive parents do their laundry below.

As you can see, we are rich in heritage, culture and opportunity here in Yakima, or as we affectionately call it, “The Palm Springs of Washington.” It’s no wonder that so many Southern Californians are selling their homes and moving north for the simpler, more wholesome lifestyle.

5 Comments:

Blogger Shiloh Guy said...

Dear Ones of Yakima,

It grieves my heart to discover that your fair city must have no houses of worship. You do not enlighten your readers concerning the opportunities for religious expression in Yakima. If, as I fear, spiritual ardor has waned due to the loss of one of your ethnic groups, yours must be a place of true sadness and woe, helplessness and hopelessness. This is why you must be patient, faithfully awaiting the return of the SC who will surely bring light back into your lives. Hope lives!

Pax fumada,
Shilohman

5:55 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I sense no small amount of deception, misdirection, cover-up and passing of the baton, perhaps even passing a little gas...all to the effect of keeping people from moving to the most beautiful land in all the land, Yakima! We are not fools or fooled or fool hardy, hardly. But, as always, it is very well written, an A+ no less.

10:41 AM  
Blogger Yakimaniac said...

All quite true I assure you.

You are so perceptive Oh Learned One! According to George Barna Research true worship in the Pacific Northwest is scarcer than lesbian formal wear. But I did neglect to mention a few bright spots.

The local Catholic Diocese is expanding their bingo operation to stave off bankruptcy; they are marketing it as “Banko Bingo.” The UCC folks, ever creative with their freedom in Christ, are starting up spring registration for their class, “Wholeness, Meditation and the Labyrinth Walk.”

Over at the Sixth Presbyterian Church the Elders together with the local Presbytery Committee on Ministry have succeeded in removing the second associate pastor this year. She just couldn’t get on board with Sr. Pastor Bob’s “Apples of Gold” self-esteem enrichment training. There has been much brokenness there but they seem to be on the right track now. With one less salary to pay, Pastor Bob can finally do more outreach with a new membership at the Yakima Golf and Country Club.

The Lutherans have monthly potlucks to meet, eat and debate Mark Noll’s new book, “Is the Reformation Over?” I’m not sure which side has won. The Swedish Covenant church has a fantastic smorgasbord every year. The meatballs are first rate! I never miss.

Unfortunately the charismatic churches are busy splitting into smaller congregations; something to do with a “Word from the Lord.” It’s all very sad. On the plus side, there will be more places to do the wave.

The Plymouth Brethren are still in an identity crisis since the unchurched think they are Quakers and are resisting any recruitment efforts to bring them to the new Seeker Service.

The Baptist meta-church seems to be about the only growing congregation but all the other pastors are mad because of their “sheep stealing” church growth methodologies. I’m not sure about that but I attend because I like the rock and roll band that they pod cast and I can wear sweats and flip-flops as I worship.

The local independent church is having some internal issues involving their new CRA (Contrived Relational Activities) small groups. It seems that some individuals are objecting to the pastor’s mandate that everyone wholeheartedly share their deepest secrets with fellow group members. They could understand foot-washing, being biblically based and all, but the confession time is just too much. Apparently the choir is in an uproar over certain disclosures of an intimate interpersonal nature.

I think that’s all for now. Hopefully you can detect at least a spark, nay a faint glimmer, of hope in this dark corner of our great country. Your prayers are most cherished as I try to do my part at keeping the dark shadows of cultural relativism at bay... in my flip-flops.

As always I am,
Your loyal and faithful Prothonotary

2:04 PM  
Blogger Smoking Christian said...

I just read this lovely testimonial to the Yakima area. My big question is,
why didn't Willy go to his own Mother's funeral. I have always been a big fan of his. I always said I bought the first WN album ever sold in California back in college. Today, I still listen to Shotgun Willy on CD.
"Whiskey River take my mind."

Now, I must wonder why my hero was mean to his Mommy. On another subject, I also wonder why your blog is up and mine is down?

8:44 AM  
Blogger Yakimaniac said...

My personal favorite WN CD is Red Headed Stranger. How could one not be enamoured by a guy who shoots a woman for laying a hand on his horse?

As for why Willie failed to appear at his Mom's funeral, I haven't a clue. He did do a concert at the Central Washington State Fair (formally the State Fair) once but it is not known whether Willie made his mother pay for a ticket. My guess is the IRS was watching the gate receipts pretty close. No freebees for Mom or anyone else!

9:35 PM  

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