The Slice: It’s a short trip from the pup tent to the doghouse
Ages ago, I reported and wrote a story about the first year of marriage.
Several counselors said one mistake newlyweds make is trying to please their spouse by pretending to like something that they really don’t.
A couple of them cited camping as an example.
Let’s move on.
Fill in the blanks: ( ) is just one more reason to ( ) Spokane.
The last time you danced: Bari Federspiel and her husband, Frank, were at the Masonic building on Riverside not long ago.
“We were invited to explore all the floors,” she wrote. “We found a ballroom, complete with ambient lighting and music. We were all alone … so we danced.”
Slice answer: Owen Fullmer realized early in life that he was not cut out for sales.
“I can’t sell a five dollar bill for four bucks,” he wrote.
But when he was 10, his dad signed him up to peddle a weekly newspaper called Grit.
Each week, he received a minimum of 25 copies. The idea was to sell each one for 25 cents and pocket a nickel on every sale.
“There were no subscriptions,” said Fullmer. “It was all face to face.”
His father must have thought that would build character.
“Try as I may, the most I could sell in a town which consisted of a trailer park was 18. I continually had to pull money from my savings to pay off the paper company.”
Warm-up question: I have been saying for years that the cycling community needs to acknowledge and take some ownership of the multiple bad behaviors of a few chowderhead bike riders. But when should we expect the car-driving community to do the same?
Today’s Slice question: On more than one occasion while in large Spokane stores, Mike Wirt has almost been knocked off his feet by shoppers driving those motorized scooters/shopping carts. Those other shoppers were operating the moto-carts recklessly and at a surprisingly high speed. And with that in mind, Wirt has today’s question.
“Is it just me with a target painted on my back or have others had the same experience?”
Write The Slice at P.O. Box 2160, Spokane, WA 99210; call (509) 459-5470; email firstname.lastname@example.org. Terrie Roberts remembers being able to see Expo ’74’s nightly fireworks from her apartment. “It was a magical time.”