Perchance you saw Chris Henry’s story about ideas to spruce up downtown Port Orchard. If you read it, you saw this paragraph:
Calling Bay Street’s current hodgepodge of colors “butt-ugly,” Delilah last week described her ideas for a volunteer-driven “Paint the Town” party before Cedar Cove Days. She’ll buy the paint, she said, while local painting contractors would be called upon to lend their equipment.
“Delilah” is Delilah Rene, evening radio host of a show that combines love songs with chats between Delilah and her listeners, none of which I would ever suspect of using the term “butt-ugly.”
Give Delilah credit in this case, though. I complain about Port Orchard but I never do anything about it.
Good for the citizens of Port Orchard if they can come together and make improvements to their town.
On another note, every time I hear the phrase “Paint the Town” it takes me back to watching spaghetti western reruns with my Dad on Saturday afternoons as a teenager. I can still hear the music from High Plains Drifter, when Clint Eastwood as the man with no name tells the townsfolk to “Paint the Town” red and re-name it “Hell”.
Port Orchard has character…stuffy, menopausal women, whose idea of great art is Thomas Kincaid and whose idea of good music is the horrible crap that’s played on shows like Deliliah’s, already have their own town on this Peninsula. It’s called Poulsbo.