Inside a downtown gallery maybe two decades ago – that’s where I first got McCuddined.
I recall strolling through the vast array of art when one canvas stopped me cold. It contained the disturbing image of a semi-formed man on his back.
My column last Sunday told the story of Joanne Martin, a Medical Lake woman who received a 10-cent check as her settlement from a huge class-action lawsuit against mega-wireless carrier Sprint.
Sure. That predicament was entertaining.
But some readers were more intrigued by my affection for the killer coffeecake that Joanne served me as we sat arou
Spokane has its secrets. At the head of the line, as far as I’m concerned, are those cheery mentalists who work at Dick’s Hamburgers – the landmark fast food eatery at Third Avenue and Division Street.
It seems to look a little sadder each time I drive by.
Yet there’s something still intriguing about the ramshackle Spokane Street Motel at Second and Spokane.
The classic, though now-broken sign, looks out of place in a commercial landscape of cheap neon and cookie-cutter plastic.
As long as it exists, the landmark Spokane Street Motel will be a
Some men search for power. Others search for gold. Mike Fagan found both at City Hall. Power came from being elected to the Spokane City Council. Gold came in the form of a medallion honoring his status as a "Proud Member of the 'I've Been...
Haggis, the survival sausage of Scotland, is made from sheep livers, hearts, kidney parts, oats, motor oil, cobwebs and lord knows what else. It oozed darkly in a pot at the end of the banquet table last Saturday at Bruce Ridley’s annual party in honor...