Come join your Stanwood Police Department for National Coffee with a Cop day! Invite your friends, family, kids, neighbors and community members to this fun event!

When, Where and Time: Wednesday, October 3rd, 2018 at the Stanwood Starbucks from 9:00-10:00 am.

Phone: 360-629-2701

Address: Starbucks, 26802 92nd Ave NW, Stanwood, WA 98292-5347

Join in on this awesome workshop and develop your digital literacy skills! The basics of Microsoft Excel 2013 await! Create, save & print spreadsheets. Learn to utilize other useful commands. This workshop is intended for computer users with basic keyboard and mouse skills. Registration for this small, hands-on class is required. Register online HERE! or call 360-387-5150. 

Date and Time: Wednesday, October 3rd, 2018 from 3:00-4:00 pm.

Address: 848 N Sunrise Blvd, Camano Island, Washington 98282

He sits there, with all the dread,
Wandering around, his cluttered head,
He would do best, to move again,
Far away from, these thoughts of pain.
I can no longer, speak for him,
For the thoughts he has, are grim.

That look of love, from your eyes,
As you hear, the newborns cries,
Creates that special bond, for another
And is the name for you, Mother.
Congratulations on this day of joy,
You have a girl for you to enjoy.

The crispy mornings, with dew on grass,
With a soft fog, draping the trees,
To walk the paths, by ponds of glass,
Is enough reverence, for you to seize,
That golf club, with which you play,
As the Sunrise, brightens up the day.

This time of year, is the best
For it is the time, of Oktoberfest.
It is the perfect, time of year,
To have a drink, of German bier.
Bier or beer has, a taste so great,
That simply drinking it, just can't wait.
To all my friends, far and near,
It's the time to, have a bier.

Remember you not, the day before,
For it is gone and is no more
Than a memory, of our past,
Here today but will not last.
So I say to you, my friend,
The money you have, do not lend.
For this life is short, that's for certain
And soon there will be, a final curtain,
For that curtain, brings abject sorrow,
For those who will, never see tomorrow.

I will love you, again tomorrow
And not think, about the sorrow,
That life has, brought to you.
We will do what we need to do.

If your soul, is going to heaven,
Don't live life, like your a Seven-Eleven.

I hear the noise, of distant thunder.
It is the sound, of Nature's wonder.
If we're lucky, it comes at night
And provides a show, of Nature's might.
Heat lightning, will light up the sky,
While the bolts of lightning, do try,
To advance towards us and come near,
And with its approach, produce the fear,
That the Norse God, Thor, begins to leaven,
It is a message, straight from heaven.