April 30, 2007 in Idaho

Kellogg-ites find camaraderie in small-town experience

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If you’ve been following Huckleberries for the last week, you now know how you can tell if you’re from Coeur d’Alene or Athol. Today, Raymond Pert, an Oregon community college instructor and Silver Valley native, explains how you can tell if you’re from Kellogg. You know you’re from Kellogg if … “you were born in the Wardner Hospital – in Kellogg. You read all the comic books and baseball magazines at Dick and Floyd’s while waiting for your dad to quit drinking in the back so you could get home for supper, late. North Idaho College was your first experience with cultural diversity. The center of social activity was the Kellogg swimming pool parking lot. Your favorite T-shirt said, “Rainier: Breakfast of Champions.” The largest clothing department at J.C. Penney was for work clothes. You chewed Copenhagen in class in high school because you could swallow. You came to love the thunderstorms that rumbled in over Lookout Pass from Montana and scared you so bad as a kid that you hid under the covers. You learned to play baseball on AstroDirt©, great training for the bad hop. When you got drunk at the Kopper Keg and couldn’t finish your last beer, you dumped it down a pool table pocket. Whenever you went to the Gold Strike stamp store in Coeur d’Alene, you always got lost trying to navigate the tangled web of streets and heavy traffic. You left Kellogg, thinking you’d go far, went far, and now spend many of your waking hours wishing you were back.” Sometime next week: Sandpoint.

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