Today as I walked Mr. Big and Mr. Small along the beach at Three Tree Point, I noticed a lot of commontion in the distance. People lined the beach, each one yanking and pulling their long flexible sticks. (It’s not what you think.) Small children jumped about like rabid gazelles and seagulls darted in and out of the commotion. What is going on? I thought to myself. But the people were very far away, about a mile I suspect, and my peepers aren’t what they once were.

An unlikely snitch solves the destroyed light-pole in downtown Burien, Washington.