What were the consequences when, as a kid, you first dropped an F bomb in the presence of a parent or guardian?
Umpqua Bank's dress code isn't quite as relaxed.
Make of that what you will.
This illustration makes it look like it was easy. But some backyard hurlers experienced chronic control problems.
Check this out.
A colleague's infant daughter was visiting the newsroom.
The woman, a fine reporter, showed her baby girl a printed City Council meeting agenda.
A couple of ladies who are among my favorite correspondents noticed one another's names in The Slice and have reconnected decades after being high school friends.
They once went on a dress-up double date that included dinner at the Davenport.
This doesn't have his complete 2013-2014 stats. But he was in the Stars' game last night.
How could you resist?
Open an upstairs window.
Lean out of it, assuming there is no screen.
Then, in a clear, strong voice, as if beginning a momentous statement, say “People of Earth…”
Make a guess. What percentage of Inland Northwest males have done it?
Yes, the famous Indians teams would arrive about 10 years later. But look at all the future big league players here.
“Somethin' Stupid” was the No. 1 song when you arrived on the scene.
No reason to take it personally.
And other stuff in the Slice column from this date in 1997.
Ever been walking on a certain block on the north side of Riverside Avenue and found yourself wondering why there seemed to be such diversity represented by people milling about out on the sidewalk?
This might explain it.