Posts tagged: Slice promos
Photographic evidence that I made good on my pledge to help a reader rake leaves.
My first choice was the widow of one of my faithful correspondents, who died this year. But after an initial exchange of emails, she disappeared on me. Don't know what happened.
My second pick was a retired teacher over in Wilbur, Wash. But it turned out she is a snowbird and she left for Arizona before Halloween. Her leaves were still on the trees at that time.
At that point, I more or less muttered to myself, “Aw, to hell with it, I'm just going to pick someone I would like to meet.”
That's how I wound up at the home of a retired advertising executive with whom I have been exchanging emails for years.
I had a really nice time.
Maybe I should see if any Slice reader wants help shoveling snow.
See tomorrow's Slice column.
If the suspense doesn't kill you.
Another fake interview.
Each time I do one of those, I tell myself “That's the last one of these I am cranking out.”
But then time passes and I find myself dipping into that well once again.
Yes, it is a lazy, occasionally insipid format. Still, it's a handy way to parody attitudes that, in my opinion, hold Spokane back.
But you can decide for yourself.
Readers will be asked what special-theme options have been overlooked by those who choose license-plate designs.
There have been quite a few contenders over the years. But Tuesday's column has to be in the running.
Check it out tomorrow and see for yourself.
Kids vs. Parents title bout — shopping for school clothes.
The only claim I will make is it might prompt a particular food craving.
See tomorrow's Slice column, as I weigh in on my favorite part of the day.
I've cobbled together more than 5,000 Slice columns over the years. But tomorrow's offering might be the fattest pitch I have ever served up to my less-civil critics looking for a short, simple expression with which to bash my column.
My suggestion: Many of those who criticize high-profile people who leave Spokane to take exciting new jobs are utterly unfamiliar with what it is like to have career options.
Also, was going to ask how many pit bull owners graduated from high school, but decided that might not be fair to the two or three who did.