Archive for February 2013
Sherry Jackson, perhaps best known for her role in “Make Room for Daddy” with Danny Thomas, was from Idaho.
Doesn't have to be a big deal, of course. But when you are seeing someone who really enjoys his or her family's traditional ethnic food specialties, it can require some tact to find a gentle way to say you find it vile and want it nowhere near your open mouth.
Chances are, you are not the first person from a different tribe to express a lack of enthusiasm for the exotic fare in question. But because romance is involved, you might think you need to tough it out and gag down the special treats his or her mother or uncle serves.
That seems like a mistake.
Sure, you want to at least sample the offerings. But if you quickly realize you can't take it, playing the self-blaming “It's my parochial taste buds/not this tantalizing food” card makes sense.
Did they cause social unrest in your home or at your school?
Some of the girls at my high school would have scoffed at the notion that what the model on the right is wearing qualifies as short.
“And now, here's Edgar Allan Poe with the weather.”
Though perhaps what this vintage sign is actually saying is “Once you have spent money here, you are welcome to come back and do so again.”
I keep hearing that marvelous song in the background of a KPBX promo while waiting for the bus in the morning.
Always reminds me of this NPR feature from 2000. Thought you might enjoy hearing it.
It's 15 minutes long, so you might want to check it out when you have some time. It's worth it.
But where's the bike rider? He must be home filling his recycling bin.
An hour-long episode called “Printer's Devil” first aired on Feb. 28, 1963. Burgess Meredith was the star.
To rescue his financially troubled newspaper, a desperate publisher makes a deal with the devil — represented in this instance by a mysterious linotype operator who goes by the name “Mr. Smith.”
Mr. Smith is able to predict the news — suddenly there is a lot of it and it is all exceedingly bad. Soon, though, The Courier's fortunes improve. But at what price? I suspect you can guess.
Can you make that out? It's “Young Love,” by Tab Hunter. Not a lot of baby boys being named Tab these days.
Country singer Sonny James had a version of this song that was ten times better.
Can you name the Sonny James song on the soundtrack to the Paul Newman movie “Slap Shot”?
A mixed bag including some stuff in categories a letter-to-the-editor writer recently specified that he can't stand.
Don't know if the letter will run. But, of course, I hope it will.
You probably know the story. Kathy Switzer, who registered as “K. V. Switzer,” broke the gender barrier by running in the 1967 Boston Marathon. A couple of miles after the start, a livid race official shouted some unpleasantries at her and tried to rip the race number from her clothing. But Switzer's boyfriend, football player Tom Miller, sent that ass sprawling with a deft body-block.
When I first saw these famous photos as a kid, I probably absorbed a bit of the equal rights message. But what really impressed me was Mr. Miller's fast-thinking action. At last, here was real-world guidance on just what it was boyfriends were supposed to do.
Well done, Mr. Miller. Well done.
One that required you to smile and act cheerful when you didn't feel like it, or one that required you to be a silent prop in photo opps?
That's not the boldest cover type I've ever seen.
Of course, this isn't much of a shocker as that appears to be one of artist Ai Weiwei's own cats.
States that ratified the Equal Rights Amendment back in the 1970s are in red. (A few states, such as Idaho, originally ratified but then rescinded that.)
Gigantic, rampaging, fire-breathing turtles.
My attitude about this one has changed a bit since I was 11. No matter. This record does not often come up in conversation today.
Had “The NewsHour” on and heard what I thought was a reference to the “1965 Boating Rights Act.”
I'm pretty sure the speaker actually said “Voting.”
This is the founder of Sprague, Washington. As a young man, he stuck an S on the front of his last name to reduce confusion with the name of the city in Europe.
That's what reader Karen Kearney suggested at least.
Which makes you wonder if Spokane area pet owners with dogs in the backyard are among those who wouldn't mind if the ground stayed frozen and snow-covered a little bit longer.
Some of these pro sports franchises moved to other cities. Some just switched off the lights.
All you have to do is identify each team's sport.
Kansas City Scouts.
St. Louis Cardinals.
Los Angeles Rams.
Or is the whole idea that you NOT know?
Ever cited a little known codicil?
The woman on top is news anchor Judy Woodruff. The woman below is author Doris Kearns Goodwin.
I'm thinking it's represented by the basement arsenal scene in 1990's “Tremors.”
When subterranean monsters invade the wrong rec room.
Would be a dream come true for some who grew weary of hearing that they were paranoid nutjobs to acquire all those weapons.
Any memories of it? This postcard makes it look pretty modest.
How did you handle it when someone in your extended family started forwarding insane political screeds that, to put it mildly, don't reflect your personal viewpoint?
Which movie is a more plausible depiction of life in the future — “Waterworld” or “The Postman”?
(This appeared in The Slice on Feb. 25, 1999.)
We're cutting short the reader comment period in the matter of defining “Back East.”
We've heard enough. Here's a sampling.
“For those of us from the Great Lakes Midwest, 'Back East' refers to Boston, New York City, Washington, D.C., or anyplace within 300 miles of them,” wrote Ellen Pierce.
“I grew up in Ohio, which was definitely called the Midwest,” wrote Lorinda Knight. “Therefore, 'Back East' must be somewhere east of Ohio.”
“I originally hail from upstate New York, so there is no question in my mind what 'Back East' is,” wrote John Sayles.
Peter Lucht said “Back East” stretches far enough west to include Chicago, Detroit and Cleveland.
“'Back East' pertains to New England or the Mid-Atlantic states,” wrote Marianne Kutner.
“I believe 'Back East' does not mean way back to the Atlantic coast, but back in the easterly direction of a prior home,” wrote Margaret Ensor.
Mary Testa-Smith recalled growing up in New York City and considering Pennsylvania “Out West.” But now that she's in Spokane, she doesn't mind if 'Back East' means anything on the other side of the outlet Mall in Post Falls.
Dee Hilt confirmed that there is plenty of confusion about this. “A number of years ago, I asked a friend at work if she knew where a previous co-worker was now living. She answered, 'On the coast.' I said , 'Oh, I thought she had moved to somewhere in the St. Louis area.' And my friend replied, 'Well, I meant on the East Coast.'”
So, here's our ruling. We agree with the half-dozen readers who said 'Back East' describes any place in the Eastern Time Zone.
An opportunity to mutter “What in the hell is he talking about?”
“Our cat was not allowed on the bed,” wrote Lois Bender. “So in the daytime he would crawl under the bedspread where he thought we couldn't see him.”
Of course, there was a problem with his plan. The large lump o' feline under the bedspread was a bit obvious.
Because the broadcast starts early in the evening out here, you can record it and then still have time before going to bed to fast-forward through the whole mess in about half an hour.
1. Did quicksand incidents in TV Westerns freak you out when you were a kid?
2. How many people describing a scene as being like a “war zone” have ever actually been anywhere near war? (This is a friend's pet peeve, first mentioned to me way back during Ice Storm.)
3. Have you ever found yourself in the position of having to ask for some sort of assistance from an elected official for whom you have zero respect?
The grocery cashier was asked if he had any names in mind for the baby he and his wife are expecting.
“I'm thinking 'Megatron',” he deadpanned.
The shopper said the child would probably raise objections in four or five years. “Dad, EVERYONE in my class is named Megatron.”
The cashier chuckled.
This has also made a few “worst songs ever” lists.
If you are between the ages of 55 and 70 and do not remember this song, I judge you.
My opinion anyway.
I liked “Shakespeare in Love” as well as the next moviegoer. More probably.
But I thought “Saving Private Ryan” should have gotten “Best Picture,” if for no other reason than having the courage to frankly depict the horror of war.
“Having the same birthday as George Washington was great,” said Jean Roeber of Spokane. “As a kid I always got a day off from school.”
I have a friend who is about to go from spending every weekday in an office at a large business to working from home.
Any tips for him as he approaches this transition?
An actress who appeared in both “Double Indemnity” and “Going My Way” lived for a time in both Oregon and Washington.
When driving somewhere that involves a specific arrival time, do you leave early enough to allow for fixing a flat tire (and still getting there on time) or do you believe that it's crazy to operate like that?
Noted an obit this week for the guy who created the “Underdog” cartoon series.
Wonder how many people remember that. Was must-see TV for me.
Reminded me that if you refer to a TV news reporter as “Sweet Polly Purebred” these days, there's a good chance the person to whom you are speaking won't get the reference.
Chances are, you have heard the classic Spokane story about some long-ago S-R subscriber calling the circulation department to complain about the paper boy loudly whistling early in the morning.
That paper boy, of course, was a young Bing Crosby.
Well, I wonder. Are there descendants of that disgruntled newspaper subscriber still in Spokane? What do you suppose they complain about in 2013?
It seems like someone could make a small business out of selling T-shirts emblazoned with quotes from Spokane's new police chief.
I've always liked this 1960s photograph, “The Mob” by Walter Chandoha.
Sort of reminds me of that old animated series, “Top Cat.”
Can you hum that show's theme song?
Not to mention the fact that the hometown team isn't necessarily any good.
“New Kid in Town” can get stuck in your head. So, my apologies if it becomes your personal Friday anthem.
Did you watch Showtime's “History of the Eagles”? What did you think?
I did. I would give it a C+. Enjoyed a few insights into the creative process, such as when Glenn Frey talked about learning how to write a song by lying in bed and listening to the piano-playing guy who lived in the apartment beneath him, Jackson Browne.
And the sequence dealing with the origins of “Hotel California” was watchable.
An episode called “Miniature” first aired on Feb. 21, 1963.
Robert Duvall plays a guy who falls for a resident of a dollhouse. They said it would never work!
Never one of my favorites. But it's diverting to watch Duvall in his Boo Radley era.
A) $100. B) $500. C) $750. D) When the amount is in the same ballpark as a year of college. E) Other.
How many people who use the expression “Big Brother” have actually read Orwell's book?
Spring is exactly a month away.
Commence swimsuit anxiety now.
One thing people in newsrooms enjoy discussing is the salaries of ex-journalists currently working in public relations.
One school of thought holds that even a big bump in pay would be seriously eroded by the need to purchase a lot of self-medicating spirits.
Of course, not all PR jobs are alike — just as not all media careers are the same.
And, in Washington, the whole marijuana thing might have interesting implications for being able to live with your particular deal with the devil.
For many who wore the colors, it was a part of paramilitary training.
Did you ever wear plaid pants?
Plaid bell bottoms?
Had NPR's “Morning Edition” on while riding the bus and heard an interview subject be described as “a Kansas City rancher.”
Perhaps his spread is in the general vicinity of the Missouri metro. But I find it hard to believe that this guy's ranch is actually in Kansas City.
I suspect someone simply forgot the word “area.”
But you never know when someone on one of the coasts actually believes that all life here in flyover country is essentially rural.
Where were you?
Did you realize immediately what it was you were seeing?
It was that first song.
Are you ready, boots?
Though one source says the single wasn't even released until Feb. 22, so this date might be off by a few days.
A few years ago, I noted in print how I had recognized a guy in the parking lot outside the post office on South Grand but had been unable to come up with his name.
At first, at least. Eventually it came to me.
It was Irish politician Gerry Adams.
Of course, I realized after about half a second that this could not be the answer.
But I still find myself making similar unlikely connections.
This afternoon in Albertsons, I saw a guy I was sure I recognized. But I couldn't come up with his identity right away.
Then it hit me: That's movie/TV producer Judd Apatow.
Again, not likely. But we keep hearing that it's a global economy, so who knows.
Where were you in 1963?
When I refer to Maru the cat in a text, the spell-check turns it into “Mary.”
Or at least accurately labeled to reflect their addicting nature. Something along the lines of, say, Cocaine Sandies or Meth Patties.
I occasionally overhear people discussing the merits of Idaho's capital city.
Most of the time, the reviews are quite flattering.
So I wonder. Does anyone in Boise ever critique Spokane? What do they say?
For the record, I have never been to Boise. Maybe I need to suggest to the features editor that she send me down there to check it out and file a report.
You know, “A Tale of Two Cities.”
It's today. He's 30.
I was informed of this by a Kansas City Royals fan who, I suspect, was wishing he was older.
What would you have said to Joan?
That's one small waist.
Does anyone still use the expression “Try to amount to something”?
Should Mel have moved to Spokane?
When confronting the stack of emails snagged by your spam filter, do you carefully check each individual message or do you just nuke the whole batch?
No, you weren't the only kid who occasionally spiced up a battle involving toy soldiers by introducing plastic dinosaurs to the fray.
A) A muscle car. B) A metaphorical male body part. C) The idea that a new image can be purchased. D) A value system. E) Other.
When the Spokane police close down an entertainment venue literally across the street from your workplace because it is a menace to society, questions arise.
Q: Have you ever been attacked by gang members while going to or from work?
A: No. We keep different hours.
Q: What's the difference between rap and hip-hop?
A: I'm not really sure. I think hip-hop might incorporate a greater degree of musicality.
Q: Have you ever felt the need to arm yourself when near your workplace?
A: Not really. But it would have been OK with me if someone had fired at the bicycle thieves who have visited the newspaper's property.
Q: How did intoxicated/high young men wanting to seem tough (and possibly engaged in criminal activity) conduct themselves back in your day?
A: In an exemplary/model-citizen fashion.
Q: What's the matter with kids today?
A: You mean the ones who have never in their lives known people who make responsible decisions?
Q: Have you read the online comments about this whole Knitting Factory thing?
A: No, but I'm sure they're insightful.
Q: Do bad things happen in Spokane?
A: Yes, but that's not an altogether new development.
Q: How many shows have you seen at The Knitting Factory?
A: Zero. But I thought about going to one or two. I doubt that there would have been much of a gang presence at Lindsey Buckingham or the Psychedelic Furs. Unless you consider AARP a gang.
Q: Do SR people and Knitting Factory people mingle?
A: I can't speak for all SR people.
Q: Does the SR have a liquor license?
A: No, we're a BYOB operation.
Got one just a bit ago from a public relations shop in New York City.
“Hope you survived fashion week.”
Yes, once again, I did. Say what you will about Spokane. It's a good place to hunker down when Manhattan hosts some event that isn't really your cup of tea.
Did you survive fashion week?
…it has a little label attached to it that says “Heavy Duty”?
My guess? Opiate painkiller.
You know that thing school kids (well, boys) used to do in class where they would pretend to cough but actually be offering up some rude remark?
Sure. Well, do kids still do that? Or do they text everything now?
Saw a guy in a grocery aisle just a few minutes ago who appeared from a distance to be chartreuse.
I've heard of being under the weather. But this was ridiculous.
I probably should have turned and run. But I was curious.
He looked liked a cartoonish “Before” picture in a TV commercial for some over-the-counter cold remedy.
Then I got a little closer, and I saw.
He was a painter or drywaller and his face was covered with light green residue of the building trades.
For our purposes, he did not have to be the sitting president at the time of his visit.
This was after she was a flying nun and before she was Forrest Gump's mother.
This was all well and good, but it could be argued that the train scenes are what left an impression.
From the original “Rocky” movie. Kind of hard to see. But this was before the fight.
That was a different Ackley.
How often do you misplace your portable phone and, to help track it down, have to call the number from a land line or from someone else's cell phone?
Today's Slice question: What Inland Northwest county has the highest percentage of cars and trucks with bench seats?
Just wondering: What is the Inland Northwest's most common tattoo?
What business or lifestyle trend presented by the media as universal and inescapable is not even remotely reflected in your experience?
Doug Burr answered today's Slice question.
He said the words “science fair” remind him of his days at Logan Elementary, and one project in particular.
“Involved feeding groups of chicks three different qualities of food and charting their growth. It all went as expected with better food resulting in bigger and healthier chickens.”
So far, so good.
“After the experiment was over we gave the chickens to my grandfather and I promptly forgot all about them. Some months later we went to his house for dinner and I commented on how good the fried chicken tasted.”
His grandfather had a ready reply. “It SHOULD taste good, it was one of yours!”
“Sigh,” wrote Burr.
Post a picture along these lines and say, “I used to live about 45 miles from this.”
I can't say that I ever did.
Once, when I was college age, I got in with a guy who had a stack of a certain kind of porn mags positioned in the middle of the bench seat.
But I bulled my neck and got the hell out of there asap.
Once when my high school hockey team was about to travel to a tournament in another state, I had to notify my various teachers that I would be out of school for a couple of days.
So I dutifully carried from class to class a note written by our coach, an intense little man who did his best.
My history teacher, Mr. Cain, looked at this piece of paper with undisguised disdain. There might have been spittle.
Noting the signature, Mr. Cain sneered and, reading aloud, said “Coach Smith…he signed this 'Coach.' Doesn't he have a real name?”
Not sure why I remember that. But I do recall that it was always interesting to discover that various adults loathed one another's values.
I know some radio listeners couldn't/can't stand his falsetto song stylings.
But as a preteen in 1966, I recognized Lou Christie as a harbinger of nasty adolescent behavior to which any normal kid would inexorably be drawn.
“Nature's takin' over my one-track mind.”
Oh, the humanity.
They don't make phones like that anymore.
These gentlemen were instrumental in the drive to incorporate Spokane Valley years ago.
Are those who consume low-priced alcoholic beverages while riding in motor vehicles already prone to litter or does the tendency to toss empty bottles and cans to the roadside emerge only after consuming the product in question?
Of course, it would never happen because of safety/liability issues.
But if playground monkey bars had not been invented until 2013, what would they be called?
Something more child-affirming, I'm guessing.
As I recall, those “Marry Me” candy hearts could be the source of much hooting, hollering and all-around hilarity back in grade school.
The national-level success ( ) has experienced in the last few years has to absolutely drive ( ) crazy.
Sure, this is a bargain-minded burg. But there are those whose desire to avoid crowds trumps the prospect of saving a few bucks.
Perhaps this minority could be drawn to stores advertising an upcoming “Extra-High Prices 13 Hour Blowout!”
I sometimes listen to teenage boys talking to girls on the bus.
And I have come to a conclusion: Some of them need better material.
Sure, it might be their nature to lurch between being monosyllabic slabs of meat and self-absorbed motormouths. But I know some of these boys have potential. So here's what I wish I could tell them.
If you want a girl to notice you, find the right moment and tell her about your hopes and dreams. Then ask about hers. Listen. Ask questions.
OK, there's no guarantee this will work. But who knows? Maybe it would with Miss Right.
The girl might laugh, of course. Or yawn.
But what if she doesn't?
Girls long to be taken seriously, just as you do. Sharing an aspiration is a small gift of trust. It just might be well-received.
Here's the thing, though. You have to mean it. If your “I know what I want to be” spiel is pure BS, a smart girl will spot you as a phony in an instant. And smart girls are the ones you want.
But if there really is a vision of the future you hope to pursue, and you have thought about what it would take to make it happen…well, that could be the start of a conversation worth having.
A little modesty and self-deprecating humor wouldn't hurt. But if you believe in yourself — even if no one else seems to — it's OK to let that show.
Maybe, before you know it, she will, too.
Today's Slice question: What's the ultimate Inland Northwest putdown? (Our pick: “You spend a lot of time indoors, don't you?”)
The late Chuck Jones.
“Oh, whaaaaat would you want with a wabbit?”
Feel free to speculate about the couples dynamics and fondue flavor here.
You know, if people in Indiana had not used that name long before Spokane got its first strip mall.
Would we have gone ahead and called the baseball team the Indians and the hockey team the Chiefs?
Remembered that line the other day.
Pretty sure it comes from an episode of “Mystery Science Theater 3000.”
A pregnant colleague weighing the possibility of giving birth on Valentine's Day said she hoped it didn't happen.
Well, she said, she didn't really think it would be fair for her son to have to worry about meeting emotionally erratic girlfriends' V-Day expectations on his own birthday
Seeing that tomorrow's Today section will feature artistic Valentines created by children reminded me of a kindergarten art contest I organized about 20 years ago.
What could be nicer, right?
Well, after the winning entries were printed in the newspaper, the whole thing turned into a snakepit of accusations and recriminations. Parents of non-winning kids denounced parents of the winners for over-the-line helping. Charges flew back and forth. It got nasty.
After I shared a bit of the rancor with the woman I had gotten to judge the contest — a quiet, sweet-natured artist — she staggered away from my desk with a dazed look.
The whole thing would have made a fine installment in my imaginary set-at-a-newspaper sitcom. That episode could have been titled “The Kindergarten Art Contest.”
Of course, if you want to talk vicious you need to hear about some of the blowback I got after presenting the winning photos in a Cutest Pet competition.
But that's another story.
One problem with real life is you can't always send everything to the lab for analysis.
Unlike in TV shows, we are often left to make decisions based on guesswork.
So, when coming down with a temporary gastro-intestinal disorder, there's an understandable temptation to make a mental list of everything you had eaten in the hours prior to your dramatic discomfort and then issue a firm ruling.
“I'm never eating any of that again.”
Often rounding up those suspects involves marking an X through some foods you really liked. But the power of association being what it is, it's usually not difficult to resist those things for a while after your epic bout with digestive upheaval.
But here's my question.
After being turned off certain foods because of their real or imagined link to being sick, how long does it take before you are willing to try them again?
I talked to her brother once ages ago. He was a high-ranking police administrator.
Things I did not say included: “You know, I once had a poster of your sister.”
The pharmacist at the drive-through window last night did not pretend the prescription cough syrup might be mistaken for candy.
“It tastes like gasoline,” he said.
But are not spelled the same.
Here's one I have perfected.
Whenever a friend announces plans to take a trip, ask that person to bring you a copy of the newspaper from the destination city — silently implying that you will expect it to be delivered in pristine condition.
Do you have a nomination?
Do you give a rip that others might scoff?
Check out post-Packers Taylor's helmet. No, he wasn't a kicker.
Unless you live alone, there is a good chance you have noticed.
It's hard to be by yourself in the kitchen.
That's because the moment you duck in there to snag a beverage from the fridge or pop something into the microwave, other people appear.
One moment, no one is in the kitchen. Then, in the next, there's a small crowd and someone is telling you “Don't back up” so you will not fall onto the open dishwasher door.
You might have been alone for a moment. But then, all of the sudden, your presence is blocking access to the spoon drawer.
Is this a social dynamic, a law of physics or what?
Yes, certainly, the attraction of food is one factor causing kitchen clusters. But it has to be more than that.
Could it be that, even in the age of social media, people crave togetherness?
Or is just that others in your household see you go into the kitchen and are reminded of something.
That something being, of course, snacks.
“If you can stand one more first kiss story…,” wrote longtime Slice correspondent Janet Culbertson.
“Mine was with our neighbor, Joe Adamson, in Sunnyside.”
They were both about 5.
“Mom told me he became a priest. Doesn't say much for my kissing abilities does it?”
Yes, that's the Rifleman, Lucas McCain, there in the center — aka Chuck Connors.
And here's Victor Mature as Crazy Horse.
In how many different states have you had a locally issued driver's license?
My answer is five. I've moved more than that, but on several occasions it has been going from place within the same state.
And my total does not include the “McLovin” Hawaii license made for me as a gift.
In the TV show, of course. Not the comic book.
A) Mr. Green Jeans. B) Grandfather Clock. C) Mr. Moose. D) The Captain. E) Bunny Rabbit. F) Dancing Bear. G) Other.
Tough cats: After we asked what local house cat could go 15 rounds with a coyote, we heard from Sheri Hatley in Thornton, Wash. “We have a cat named Mama (not the nurturing kind) who likes to chase our dog, Curly, a cocker/shepherd mix,” she wrote.
Mama hisses and swats at Curly during the pursuit.
“She also won't let any of the other cats eat until she is finished,” added Hatley. “She's downright mean.”
Colville's Phyllis Hyatt told about a battled-scarred cat named Big Al. He won't back down from anything.
And Valleyford's Ann Bowers reported that her cat, Chip, has gone toe-to-toe with coyotes and lived to tell about it.
Watching people read the paper.
Today's Slice question: What's the best evidence that aliens from another galaxy do, in fact, live among us here in the Inland Northwest?
In the years between comic books costing 12 cents and their costing 20 cents, artists took a super leap toward idealizing the human form.
Pep up your image by borrowing a classic sports nickname.
There are lots of options.
You can place one in front of your real name. Such as…
Hammerin' Paul Turner
Slingin' Paul Turner
You can make it your new middle name. Such as…
Paul “Night Train” Turner
Paul “The Truth” Turner
Or you can simply replace your first name. Such as…
What favorites have I forgotten?
You've heard of “Live at the Fillmore” or “Live at Red Rocks.”
But how about this?
OK, maybe not. But she did have to cope with a lot of stress. A husband with monogrammed pajamas, for instance. And the war.
A) 10 years ago. B) About 35 years ago. C) 70 years ago D) Last year. E) Other.
After surveing the news, one of my entertaining colleagues said that.
No, she didn't think there was anything funny about the news story in question. But sometimes dark humor is one way to confront absurdity.
So if you would care to finish that, be my guest.
My colleague's first thought was “…and orders a glass of milk.”
One day back in the 1960s it was possible to wear white socks to school and go about one's business unmolested by the fashion police.
But then, on the next day, word got around that boys wearing white socks were unfit for decent society and should be hounded from our midst.
Not sure who decided this. But I suspect it had something to with either troll dolls or madras and paisley shirts.
Was going to say something about hoping the new pope starts out by declaring “Hey, let's fire everybody within a mile of all these child-abuse cover-ups.”
But that sort of goes without saying.
Remember Bob Newhart's 1970s TV show, the one where he played a psychologist? Sure.
Well, one of my favorite moments came in a session Bob was having with Mr. Carlin, a patient.
Mr. Carlin was talking about trying to interest television producers in an idea he had for a new series. He had not had much luck though.
The series? “Darn Than Pope.”
Ebay? Goodwill? Still in the basement? Gave it to a girl decades ago and she never returned it?
Did your crosstown rivals have cooler letter jackets?
You know how now and then we hear about plans for a backwoods survivalist community or a white supremacist enclave here in the Inland Northwest? Sure. These plans usually fall through. But the initial reports always make me wonder.
Would these places have homeowners associations?
Does it make you feel disloyal to all the mixed-breed and shelter dogs who deserve good homes?
It's today and tomorrow, on CNBC and USA. Consult listhings for times.
I liked the Eagles back in the 1970s. In fact, I used to joke that transferring from a college in Vermont to one in Arizona was based in part on my desire to have my life be more like an Eagles song.
Still, I wouldn't argue that much of their music has stood the test of time.
There's a scene in “The Big Lebowski” where the Dude — a huge CCR fan — complains about a cab driver playing an Eagles disc. The driver thows him out of the cab. But I sort of understood where the Dude was coming from on that.
There's just something a bit phony about certain Eagles songs and, I suspect, about several of the guys in the band.
But, as I said, I used to like them. And I'm grateful for the hours of listening pleasure. So I might record this Showtime special and watch it sometime.
How about you? If you were a Showtime subscriber, would you check this out?
If you had purchased this whole set of trading cards back in 1967 and preserved it as a collectible…well, there's no use talking about that now. Once you have used them in your bike spokes, they aren't worth much.
Later models would have something these Liberators lack.
You know, as possible replacements for Spokane's “Near nature…”
“If it's not one damn thing, it's another.”
A couple of readers wrote to say visiting other people's homes is not the only scenario where this can be an issue.
Don't forget about going through security at the airport, they said.
I'll trade you a “Seinfeld” Lloyd Braun for a “Sopranos” Furio Giunta.
No, not really. Not even if you root for a church school.
But that doesn't mean you couldn't have a Selection Sunday party.
If you were invited to one, what would you bring? Going with a St. Patrick's Day theme is one option.
You have some time to think about it. Selection Sunday isn't until March 17.
Since “National Lampoon's Vacation” and the family truckster arrived in 1983.
What would be a fitting way to note the anniversary? Other than totally ignoring it, of course.
Where were you in 1983?
Did you do the Twist?
From what I gather, Big Otis bit the dust about 50 years ago after a fairly short run. Even Yogi the Bear couldn't rescue OKs.
One website I stumbled onto noted the strangeness of those kids running under the kilt and, well, let's not even go into it.
Today's Slice question: If there was a movie called “It Came from Spokane,” what would be the monster's creation story?
I would nominate myself. Though I guess it is actually the kid who is the shadow.
In any case, watching me work has not proven to be scintillating.
“OK, Skipper, just have a seat there and I'll narrate my thoughts for eight hours. Hang on for hilarity! Look out —here comes some off-the-hook typing!”
I stopped agreeing to those get-togethers quite a few years ago. Sometimes the kids asking sound disappointed. But if they only knew, they would thank me.
“Watch this Madison! I'm going to answer some email! Whoomp! There it is!”
But surely there is sausage-making even less interesting than my own brand. And with Take Your Kid to Earth Day — or whatever it's called now — coming up, it makes me wonder.
Who in the Spokane area has the job that would be the most boring for a young person to observe from close up?
I know I have alluded to this before. But it always amuses me to imagine the segment of the TV audience that watches both “The Walking Dead” and “Downton Abbey.”
I'm guessing this is not a tiny group.
The context I have in mind involves the filming of a movie, though not the one including the scene shown above.
The guy in the white shirt, standing in the doorway — what's he thinking?
… if taxpayers thought there would be a bar car?
This year's on-air promos for Spokane Public Radio's annual recordings and videos sale have been far less zany than in years past.
Do you miss the old approach or are you grateful for the change?
In our household, it fell to my older sister to ask, “Which one's Bobby and which one's Sissy?”
Spokane is the ( ) city in America: “Most average” is how Sonya Thurling filled in the blank.
“Blandest,” said Rich Young.
“Hoopest,” said Larry Barringer.
“Most insecure,” said Judy Ohrt.
“Potholiest,” wrote Nancy Stucker.
Readers also offered “most accommodating,” “most compasionate,” “most inbred,” “cheapest,” and “most unsophisticated,” among others.
“I was first on the scene here at the refrigerator to tap these leftovers.”
“Tonight, in an exclusive report, I will tell you how I know that your stepmother is insane.”
“We have breaking news. The toilet is stopped up.”
“This is your teenage son, reporting to you live from the basement.”
“Though the action all took place many hours ago, I'm standing here in the yard to tell you about Fluffy's tangle with the squirrel.”
“Mom and Dad, authorities now say my report card first took a turn for the worse when I realized girls just want to have fun.”
So are you supposed to read that “Draft beer…best type” or “Best draft type beer”?
Yes, I realize not every home has one.
But for those who do have a fireplace, it seems like it's not unusual for people to go on streaks. You know, using it every night for 10 days in a row and then going a month without having a fire.
A South Hill party host had some guests coming to his house from the North Side bring along playful visas authoriizing their travel to his part of the city.
So it sort of makes you wonder.
If you had to go through a checkpoint when going from north to south (or from south to north), what questions would the Spokane border guard ask?
“Are you transporting any homegrown produce?”
“Do you have any firearms in the vehicle?”
“Have you made any purchases in the duty-free store?”
In a 2002 espisode of “The Sopranos” called “Everybody Hurts,” Tony Soprano is having dinner with his sister Janice.
Haunted by recent events, he asks her if she has ever known anyone who committed suicide.
Sure, she says. “I lived in Seattle.”
I thought it was fascinating. You?
Are deadlines a part of your life?
Perhaps the ingredients that attracted viewers to the bouncing-lifeguards TV show didn't translate to a board game. Go figure.
…dangerous times right here.
Critiques of this 1950 volume suggest the title's claim was a bit of a stretch.
There's no way to know for sure. But I'm guessing this song might have been one of the most butchered pop hits of all time by people singing in the shower or singing along with the radio. I would include myself in the ranks of offenders.
The simple truth is not many people sound like Al.Green.
Perhaps you have heard of this game before.
Just add the letters “us” to your first, middle and last names.
Then go around striking a clenched fist against your breastplate.
A) “Available Light.”
B) “Beneath, Between and Behind.”
C) “Carve Away the Stone.”
D) “Ceiling Unlimited.”
E) “Closer to the Heart.”
F) “Everyday Glory.”
G) “Grand Designs.”
H) “New World Man.”
I) “Something for Nothing.”
J) “Stick It Out.”
K) “We Hold On.”
You have a few weeks to figure it out.
The Academy Awards show is Feb. 24.
I know it is mostly about the movie clips and looking at attractive people. But how do you keep partygoers from talking during parts of the show you actually want to hear?
Sure, you remember Telly Savalas as the slithering sicko Archer Maggott in “The Dirty Dozen.”
That was a few years after he lost his title bout with Talky Tina in “The Twilight Zone.”
If you went around telling people in your circle that they had taken a nothing day and suddenly made it all seem worthwhile?
When I was a college freshman in New England, someone working in the dining hall engaged in a bit of whimsy.
Using a cookie cutter-like utensil, fish patties were cut in the shape of our state before being breaded. It was probably North Atlantic cod.
But when these carved patties were served, the sign declaring that evening's entree options would announce that “Vermont fish” was on the menu.
For some reason, it was sort of fun to move through the serving line and say, “I believe I'll have the Vermont fish.”
So it's fair to wonder. How about Washington fish?
It might work. If you fudge a bit about reflecting the presence of Puget Sound and take a few liberties with the course of the Columbia River, expressing the outline of the Evergreen State in fish might be doable.
Idaho would be tougher. But shouldn't college be about facing up to challenges?
Neither man nor beast, these babies almost had a life of their own.
Except maybe on Halloween.
A) They live happily ever after. B) Real life opens up a can of whup-ass. C) Nothing that doesn't happen to everybody else. D) Come the revolution, they are clapped in irons. E) Other.
Would you say that those most into Mardi Gras revels don't tend to have an interest in or an especially thoughtful perspective on Lent?
Fat Tuesday is Feb. 12
Next year, on Feb. 9, it will have been 50 years since The Beatles first live appearance on “The Ed Sullivan Show.”
Chinese new year is coming next weekend. So we probably ought to review.
What of the following is not one of the signature animals in rotation?
Rat, ox, tiger, rabbit, dragon, snake, horse, gerbil, sheep, monkey, rooster, dog and pig.
When invited to a gathering at someone's home, the following questions immediately come to mind.
1.) Do they have dogs or cats?
2) Will I start experiencing respiratory shutdown after about five minutes?
3) What will I say when the well-intentioned hosts uselessly offer to move the animal in question to another room?
You have to like that she's not just sitting around waiting for some guy to address the situation.
A) Getting a shingles vaccination. B) Replacing your ancient smoke detector. C) Coming up with a Plan B. D) Checking the lyrics on 1985's “Something About You” by Level 42. E) Emailing order-of-finish predictions for the 2013 American League Central Division to The Slice. F) Calling about getting a smaller garbage barrel. G) Writing a letter to the editor. H) “Extras” marathon. I) Having that thing on your neck looked at. J) Reading that novel collecting dust on the nightstand. K) Other.
A version by Telly Savalas fared less well.
A) You are normal. B) You have unresolved issues with Stevie Nicks. C) You can have a soft spot for big horses even if you don't drink mass market beer. D) You are capable of being emotionally manipulated (see A). E) Other.
You know. Hurl the first snarky description.
So you'll hear nothing from me about the good people lined up in Rosauers a couple of hours ago to buy Fleetwood Mac tickets.
Warm-up questions: Does anyone still leave the key under the mat? So what does it mean if a marmot see its shadow? If they made a sitcom based on your office, what would be the name of the show?
So what comes after this?
You just know Fred was a mean drunk.
Barney? Probably just got melancholy.
Do expecting mothers take offense if co-workers participating in an office baby pool guess that the infant will weigh 20 pounds?
What if they were the only stamps you had?
Some would say such a scenario makes the case for online bill-paying.
“Benny & Joon” that is.
This is William H. Macy.
This is Oliver Platt.
This is Dan Hedaya.
What would you have said?
George Costanza: “No matter how depressed I get, I can always read the sports section.”
Jerry Seinfeld: “I could read the sports section if my hair was on fire.”
How would you rate the Inland Northwest for residents' ability to pronounce “February.”
A) “Road To Nowhere.”
B) “This Must Be the Place.”
C) “Take Me To the River.”
D) “Psycho Killer.”
E) “Burning Down the House.”
F) “Once In a Lifetime.”
No? How about Fleetwood Mac songs as the inspiration?
A) “As Long As You Follow.”
B) “Second Hand News.”
C) “Little Lies.”
D) “Don't Stop.”
E) “Go Your Own Way.”