By SUSAN PARK

 Boeing is fly - flying away...Jet City to become jetless?

 When we decided to name the Jet City Maven, we came up with about fifty possible combinations for the regional name, "Jet City" and the publication type, "Maven." We were almost the Emerald City Extra, the Jet City Journal, the Seattle Scoop, or my favorite, the Local Yocal.

 All that aside, we decided on Jet City and settled comfortably into our new role as a community newspaper. I liked the idea of being able to use a jet as a logo and the symbolism of a jet seemed cool, modern, and powerful. We also liked the fact that the name was limitless - we could expand to cover all of Puget Sound without changing the name - should we ever dare to become so ambitious.

 During Lake City Pioneer Days, I wrote to Boeing: Please loan us a stage - we named our paper after you. (Well, not really) They immediately complied.

 Actually, the name Jet City referred to a whole slew of airplane manufacturing companies in the Puget Sound region just after World War II. Many companies went out of business or were assimilated into the overall Boeing Company.

 However, when I first heard the news on Wednesday, March 21 that Boeing would be leaving us, my first reaction was disbelief, followed by horror, followed by an angry "how dare you" attitude. I suppose that a lot of people felt that way.

 For some of us, we see the company as a prodigal son who despite our grooming of him to take over the family furniture business, he has ungratefully declined and chosen instead to pursue acting in New York.

 For others of us who were nurtured by Boeing, we see them as the parent who is going through a mid-life crisis, gotten divorced and is relocating to Las Vegas.

 In protest of hearing that Boeing was going to abandon us, I wrote on my name tag that night at a Northgate meeting that I was from the "fill in the blank" Maven. Seattle's Deputy Mayor Tom Byers was not amused. The next day, he and Mayor Schell were planning to meet with Boeing's top execs to try to encourage them to stay.

 I told the Deputy Mayor that I have been through this before. About 20 years ago while living in Winston-Salem, N.C., our major corporation, R.J. Reynolds Tobacco Company announced that it was merging with Coca Cola and would be moving to their headquarters in Atlanta, Georgia. Other than Hanes Hosiery, R.J. R. was our lifeblood. They financially supported our schools, our museums, and our hospitals. They employed the majority of our labor force who in turn supported our service industries. "Oh, don't worry," they said, "We're only taking about 50 people or so."

 Those 50 or so people had very nice houses. They all moved out and no one could afford to buy them, so they remained vacant. They also had nice clothes and fancy cars. Their children went to the best schools. They employed gardeners and nannies - some of whom moved with them. Several high end dry cleaners, clothing stores, gourmet shops, and architects went out of business. For the rest of us, we noticed no change in our daily lives. The impact was barely visible.

 A few years later, the folks at Coca Cola and the folks at R.J. R. decided they weren't getting along. R.J.R. moved back home much like a child who has seen the world and decides that there really is no place like home. The state had put in place incentives for businesses to relocate to North Carolina and we were soaking up company headquarters like a sponge.

 R.J.R. moved back into their old headquarters which had been nearly vacant. When they left, they had donated the building to Wake Forest University (which they lured to Winston-Salem from the town of Wake Forest in the 1950s). WFU was pleased to rent it back to them.

 I suspect that the folks at McDonnell Douglas based in St. Louis who recently merged with Boeing, aren't used to our mildly cool winters and summers and gentle rains.

 I am curious to see how the relocated Puget Sound born and raised employees will adjust to life outside the womb. There are a lot of scary tornados and hurricanes in Texas and the temperature gets pretty high there - so high that you can't go outside. It's also pretty darn cold in Dallas and Chicago.

 If they also move their plants as many fear, I wonder if the Super Sonics will still be the Super Sonics. And will those of us who adopted the name, Jet City, still be Jet City Pizza, Jet City Road Service, and Jet City Printing just to name a few.

 I asked attendees at the Northgate meeting, what new nickname should we come up with for Seattle? We came up with Quake Country, Latte Land, Costco Country, Paccar Place, Rain City, Microsoft Mountain, Safeco City, Salmonville, and even Wireless World.

 A couple of decades ago, a movement was started to rename Seattle the Emerald City and it nearly caught on. I always thought the name was a bit too cute. However, in light of recent developments, I think we should revisit the notion.

 We could rename the title of Mayor to be Wizard. He does work miracles every day. I've witnessed it!

 The different labor unions kind of remind me of the various munchkins who worked in different professions, such as the three who sang, "We represent the lollipop guild." I could be a munchkin. I'm short enough.

 All kidding aside, we could name our soon to be constructed light rail line "The Yellow Brick Road" and paint it bright yellow, much the way the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco is painted orange. I can imagine travelling down it to the center of the city, the sun rays shooting through the clouds and glancing off the turquoise green glassed buildings downtown.

 That is, assuming that the planners put the rail down the center of the Freeway where it belongs - and not in an expensive tunnel. But that's another story.

 Be ready to wait in Emergency rooms

 Clayton had a slight mishap the last weekend of March - he slipped on the sidewalk in the University District. His right arm turned black and blue and swelled up and became stiff so we naturally headed up to Northwest Hospital's Emergency Room to make sure it wasn't broken.

 The hospital is undergoing renovations, so the Emergency Room has been temporarily moved to the back of the hospital campus. Finding it was an adventure.

 Once we were inside, we did what one must almost always do in the Emergency Room on weekends - wait. Unless you're unconscious, bleeding profusely, extremely old or extremely young, your priority goes down every time someone with a more urgent need comes through the door. There is no such thing as a line in the Emergency Room. You could wait all day and watch others who just came in be admitted.

 This, of course, is a good policy. However, it can wear heavy on the nerves of frightened parents of children who have been bumped or bruised or seem to be sicker than they can ever remember.

 For that reason, remember to bring something with you to occupy both your time and your child's. The wait could be as long as four or five hours.

 Luckily, Clayton and I were able to watch some NCAA basketball semifinals on the TV in the waiting room.

 Film canister contest winner

 The winner of the aquarium in the PRICE photo "Guess how many canisters are in the fish tank" is Andy Wang of North Seattle.

 Andy's guess was 993 canisters. There were 992. Everyone was amazed at how close he got. If this were the Price is Right, maybe the Maven would have won. We guessed 842 or something like that. However, there were hundreds of entries, so maybe not!

 The drawing was held on St. Patrick's Day, and Jim Falkenreck of PRICE said that Wang picked up the tank immediately after winning.