Sr. Center director stepping down – figuratively, at least
August 26, 2020
In the early mornings, while most people are still asleep or just beginning to wake up, Ken Bronson will be listening to the patter of his feet on the ground, or the quiet splash of water as his arms break the surface of Foster Lake, or the wind whizzing past his ears while he runs, swims and bikes.
He takes in the beauty of the lake when it looks "just like glass" or "kinda like green Jello." He notices the herons, kingfishers and other wildlife, hears the braking of log trucks along the highway, and smells the Douglas fir from the mill as it wafts over the lake.
As he swims, Bronson close...