There can’t be many other parts of the country where motorists can get into fender-benders because they are watching eagles instead of the road.
The movies have provided us with several lines that can be used to express your reaction to someone’s new Christmas sweater: “You can’t fool me. There ain’t no sanity clause.”
“Well, nobody’s perfect.”
“You can’t handle the truth.”
“I see dead people.”
“This was not a boat accident.”
“My advice to you is to start drinking heavily.”
“I begged you to get some therapy.”
You don’t have to be a member of the media to get in on the action: Send The Slice your five-item year-in-review list. The topic is up to you.
Speaking of lists: Ron Lugone wrote down “Yosemite, the Mendocino Coast and Glacier/Waterton” as being among the natural wonders that make life worth living.
Carol Lindburg has Yellowstone National Park on her list.
Overheard at River Park Square: A couple coming down the escalator was looking at the ginormous Christmas tree. “Is it real?” asked the woman.
No. But there’s an upside to that.
Because it will be disassembled and packed away, it won’t wind up out by the curb with the other holiday carcasses. So it doesn’t upset children.
Just wondering: Can you remember when Frango mint chocolates were a much bigger deal in Spokane?
What Spokane would be like if everyone here who ardently admires Portland suddenly moved there: “Quieter,” said Curt Olsen.
Survey says: Responding Slice readers preferred “He Stopped Loving Her Today” by George Jones over Frank Sinatra’s “In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning” by a margin of about 2-to-1.
“That really is a tearjerker, isn’t it,” Neil Verduin said of the country classic.
From Bill Brock in Pullman:
Muddy little cat paw prints
On aggressive, big-tire pickup trucks
Restores my faith in karmic balance
Today’s Slice question: What resolution did you stick with this year?