Posts tagged: families
Today's Slice question: Why is yours the quintessential Inland Northwest family?
Today's Slice question: Do you secretly hope one or two co-workers will make total fools of themselves at your office Christmas party?
It's time for The Slice's annual “It's a Wonderful Life” survey.
The question: Is Spokane more like Bedford Falls or Pottersville?
Compare and contrast. Then you make the call.
1. Pottersville had rip-roaring night life. (Spokane is more like Bedford Falls.)
2. Bedford Falls was the kind of place where people didn't break into cars and steal Christmas presents. (Spokane is more like Pottersville.)
3. Police in Pottersville thought nothing of shooting at fleeing suspects. (No comment.)
4. Bars were forlorn, dreary places in Pottersville. (That's probably true of plenty of bars in Spokane, too.)
5. Nepotism ruled in Bedford Falls. (The same is true in Spokane.)
6. Mothers in Bedford Falls didn't mind if their daughters married blowhards, just so long as they were rich. (Hee Haw, that's often true in Spokane, too.)
7. Families in Bedford Falls experienced no pangs of guilt about having servants. (That can't always be said of Spokane.)
8. People sat on porches in Bedford Falls. (Spokane is more like Pottersville in that regard.)
9. Cab drivers felt confident about making a mental health diagnosis in Pottersville. (True in Spokane, too.)
10. Men thought about sex during the middle of the day in Bedford Falls. (No comment.)
Widespread mocking of those family letters some people insert in Christmas cards certainly didn't make them go away.
For that, I suppose we can all be thankful.
But did you know that there are now extended-family summer-in-review letters? Oh, yes. Not all families have someone eager to appoint himself or herself to this task. But some do. And as with almost all writing projects, the reviews can be mixed.
I was reminded of this less than an hour ago in a South Hill grocery store. A guy talking on a cell phone was weighing in on the merits of a recently emailed family summer letter written by someone else.
I didn't hear it all. But I feel safe in saying he gave it two thumbs down.
Maybe he was talking to a sibling or cousin who also felt slighted by the seasonal roundup in question.
“There was hardly anything about things that happened at our house,” he said as we made our way up a beverage aisle. “And we did a lot of stuff.”
I guess the memory of those good times will have to be reward enough. Some things, after all, just don't get reported.