You will learn what Don Sausser saw on Sherman Avenue earlier this month by reading 2nd item in Huckleberries (follow link).
I’m not one to discuss butt-crack sightings usually. Nor is Marianne Love. But when you spot the Mother of All Butt Cracks (or is that the Father of All Butt Cracks?) … it’s hard not to say something. Marianne was swapping motor-home-tour stories with two friends in the produce department of a Sandpoint supermarket when the MOABC burst into view near the lettuce display. Now, we’ve all seen butt cleavage before, especially those who enjoy swimming at City Beach during the summers. But this one was so pronounced that Marianne flirted with the idea of documenting the length and depth of the canyon with her cell phone/DFO, SR Huckleberries. More here.
Question: I’ve seen a parade of neo-Nazis stopped by protesting neo-flower children on Sherman Avenue. What is the strangest thing you’ve ever seen on Sherman?