Pat Neal

THE PAT NEAL COLUMN: Kin keep coming west till they reach Peninsula

THERE WERE GIANTS in the land. I always thought my uncle, Len Neal, was about 10 feet tall. That's why I went to the family… Continue reading

THE PAT NEAL COLUMN: Sincerest form of flattery OK by him

FOUR SCORE AND many moons ago, I set out to boldly write where no columnist has gone before, to seek out strange new stories --… Continue reading

THE PAT NEAL COLUMN: Looking back at his lavender daze

IT'S TIME ONCE again for the annual Sequim Lavender Festival. It is only now -- after that the statute of limitations thing wore off --… Continue reading

THE PAT NEAL COLUMN: How much wood does a man need?

A MAN AND his wife lived on a small farm in the backwoods of the North Olympic Peninsula. If you were to ask what they… Continue reading

THE PAT NEAL COLUMN: What do we tell the ‘Twilight’ fans about Sasquatch?

TWILIGHTERS ARE TRAVELING to Forks from all over the world hoping to meet a vampire or a werewolf. They can get pretty upset if they… Continue reading

THE PAT NEAL COLUMN: Bucky the Elk, we hardly knew ye

IT WAS ANOTHER tough week in the news, when all the chickens came home to roost, so I may as well start this week by… Continue reading

How I found my blackberry heaven

SEQUIM -- I thought I had died and gone to heaven. That's because I was in blackberry heaven. It was like a dream and a… Continue reading