You can’t blame children for growing weary of hearing about how things were different back in the old days.
Summer time brings out the stickiness like no one’s business.
Sometimes an overstuffed sandwich or maximum burger requires both hands. Putting it down on a plate or taking one hand off invites a cascading loss of structural integrity.
When birds of a feather don’t flock together?
Time again for another installment of “A wide-eyed youth questions a baby boomer about childhood summers long ago.”
Not all “Jaws” re-enactments got laughs.
For fathers this weekend, it’s the age old question.
“Dad was notorious for spitting out the window, and I was always sitting behind him. Enough said. Vacations were always fun for our family.”
C’mon, folks. The perfect bottle of pop came from the North Side Pop Shoppe, preferably fresh of the assembly line.
Couples here and elsewhere drop their kids off with the children’s Spokane grandparents and then head off to British Columbia, Spain or Rancho Cucamonga.
This is the season when baby boomers get to regale wide-eyed youths with astonishing tales of the summer vacation road trips of yesteryear.
Not long after “Jaws” came out in June of 1975, a friend of mine named Ken Miller started doing an uncanny impression of someone being attacked by a shark.
You know how people far from our region sometimes assume Spokane is right next to Seattle?
That kitchen island is the answer to all your social woes.
People don’t always think to yell “Fore!”
You still have a couple of weeks to plan pagan rituals to usher in the summer solstice.
There are lots of differences between Spokane and Seattle.
Kids these days with their fancy computers and such …
Readers were asked to rewrite the second half of the first line of “Ode to Billie Joe,” a hit song by Bobbie Gentry in the summer of 1967.
If you were a substitute teacher at this time of year, what would you do to maintain order in your classroom?
Today The Slice presents the transcript of an exclusive interview with the Spokane Guy Who Isn’t Concentrating on Work.
How do you acknowledge the solemn reason for Memorial Day while also getting in the spirit of blowout sales, a day off from work and start-of-summer cookouts?
I had a boss at my first newspaper job who believed in a dress code for men. Most of the year, male staffers were required to wear neckties while on …
Fido is a thief. Don’t let him tell you otherwise.
That’s when it pays to have working brake lights.
It’s what made Saturday night special.
I hear rumors about what happens to grandfathers after they fall asleep in their chairs. It seems mischievous grandchildren delight in loading up the slumbering gentlemen with all sorts of …
Frankly, the ballyhooed Inland Northwest lifestyle can be something of a pain on weekends. That’s because it can be hard to resist comparing what you are doing in real life …
What goes around comes around, like and old Spirograph.
Chip off the old remote