The Slice: They forgive, but rarely forget

There is little agreement about the statute of limitations on being reminded about having forgotten to pick someone up.

“I forgot to pick up my daughter at school when she was in kindergarten in 1978,” wrote John Danforth of Moscow. “She reminds me on an annual basis. So, the statute of limitations is at least 32 years. And counting.”

“So far, it’s been 42 years,” wrote Spokane’s Jim Malm. “Thanks for bringing that up.”

“Apparently longer than 22 years,” wrote Stephanie Biallas of Moses Lake. “My daughter still reminds me of the time I forgot to pick her up from kindergarten on an early release day.”

Then there was this from Sue Manfred. “Our 18-year-old son was inadvertently left standing outside the then Spokane Opera House after his high school graduation, waiting for a ride to his own party,” she wrote.

That happened 17 years ago, before almost every teen had a cell phone.

But he still tells his students at Gonzaga Prep about it. He reminds them how lucky they are to have families that would not abandon their own flesh and blood on a street corner.

“We tell him it was an obviously successful character building experience,” said Manfred.

Snoring, continued: “It can get weird when your husband’s snoring incorporates itself into your dream,” wrote Jeannie Maki. “I deamed one time that we had a pig in the yard.”

Slice answer: “I have a friend who, in referring to my having five children, said that I had ‘A whole woodshed full of kids,’ ” wrote Patricia Garvin.

In defense of Inland Northwest place names (vs. colorful West Side names): Hiker Ken Stout mentioned HooDoo Canyon near Kettle Falls.

If that is going to make you start humming CCR’s “Born on the Bayou” — “Chasin’ down a hoodoo there” — well, it could be worse.

Today’s Slice question: What’s the best evidence of a life well-lived?