The Slice: Just imagine them all in their underwear

And now, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome a quartet of related questions.

What was the worst case of stage fright you ever witnessed up close?

If it happened backstage before a performance, were you able to help the individual overcome it?

Did someone eventually shove the anxious person out onto the stage?

How did it turn out in the end?

If she could turn back time: This email from Catherine Caskey arrived with “I’m officially old” in the subject line.

“I was picking out a new pair of eyeglass frames and mentioned to the employee that one wild purple pair could be something Cher would wear. She asked ‘Who is Cher?’ I tried to sing a little of ‘I Got You Babe’ and she pretended to recognize the song.”

Re: Last Friday’s Slice: Vicki Deschaine reported that “for umpteen years” her husband has said “We’re off to see the Wizard” when heading out to go to work.

And Mike Cain weighed in with this. “Then there’s Scarecrow’s guidance to Dorothy, which applies at almost any crossroads in the Inland Northwest: ‘… This way is a very nice way … It’s pleasant down that way, too … Of course, some people do go both ways.’ ”

Just wondering (for certain readers): When people discover that you live on an unpaved road, what assumptions do they seem to make about you? What questions do they ask?

Meriann Homminga charts the workweek: “Monday, the second Monday, the third Monday, the fourth Monday and FRIDAY!”

Agree or disagree: Those who grew up here, moved away for a number of years and then came back to stay have an especially valuable perspective on life in the Spokane area.

It’s fall when … : “The butter you left out the night before is not melted the next morning.” – Kathy Konek

Warm-up question: When a family in your neighborhood puts a house up for sale, do you grab one of the fliers?

Today’s Slice question: When someone you know dies, what do you do about the digital contact information for that person stored in your devices?