One of our favorite establishments we discovered during our visits to family in the Seattle area was a restaurant on the waterfront at Edmonds, Washington. Arnies restaurant had been in business for 45 years until the 22nd day of September of this year. That afternoon a sign was posted on the front door declaring that the restaurant was permanently closed.

Fresh fruit with Yogurt dip to start
Local TV FOX 13 broke the news. Several potential customers were seen driving to the restaurant just to be surprised by the written signage declaring that Arnies was now closed. An Arnies partner had been quoted as saying that “Unfortunately, the current business climate does not allow us to continue.”

Sparkling Mimosa (OJ also available)

Decadent warm sticky bun
Sher and I both really enjoyed all aspects of Arnies. The atmosphere in Arnies was friendly and had a high class feel to it. The Sunday Brunch was really our favorite offering. It started with a delightful fruit tray and a freshly baked cinnamon roll. The fresh OJ or Mimosa was also a great start.

This pic was taken the last time we ate at Arnies. Glad our daughter took this.
We are going to miss Arnies. Our trips back and forth to Seattle were always an adventure of one kind or another. Of course the highlights continue to be the time we get with our family, including sharing a meal prepared with care and with quality at Arnies. There are plenty of great restaurants in the Seattle area, but now Arnies is gone. We will always remember and cherish the good times we had at Arnies.












It was sad news today hearing of the passing of Dolly Parton. Her statue is located on the courthouse yard of Sevierville, Tennessee, her home town. The statue was placed in 1987, and shows Dolly as a young lady before she gained international fame and fortune. Almost by accident we spotted the bronze when on our first trip to Pigeon Forge several years ago. Sevierville is right next to Pigeon Forge, where Dolly World and Dolly Parton’s Stampede show is located.












When I was in 4th grade I, like most every other 4th to 5th grader in Indiana was introduced to and told to read The Bears of Blue River by author, lawyer and politician Charles Major. Balsar Brent, a pioneer boy of age 13 begins his story when he encounters a huge bear while fishing on the Blue River. Surviving this encounter provides the start of this book, full of nerve wracking adventures, great danger, and many acts of bravery. Balsar’s subsequent encounters with Indians, bears and wolves successfully provides a dynamic rendering of daily pioneer life in 1820s Indiana.







