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I was riding my bike up Adams Saturday morning when I saw a friend walking toward his job at the downtown library.
As always, I asked about his daughter. My wife and I have known her since she was an infant 25 years ago.
He updated me and I was pleased but certainly not surprised to hear that she is doing well.
One thing, though.
She lives in Wisconsin now. Before this winter, she had thought growing up in Spokane and then going to college in Missoula had prepared her to deal with whatever winter dished out.
In parts of the Midwest, the winter of 2013-14 bordered on surreal.
What reports did you receive from friends and relatives back there?
- winter weather
I just told a colleague I would bet her mother $20 that one of her recollections of a certain Spokane winter are wrong.
- winter weather
STATE PARKS — Jon Jonckers of Spokane found stunning contrasts at Palouse Falls State Park as mist from the 185-foot waterfall froze on the surrounding cliffs in the 10-degree temperatures on Saturday.
The personality-plus guy driving the STA bus I took to go home this afternoon provided a running play-by-play on the snowy trip.
It was pretty entertaining.
Maybe that's because it wasn't just one long harangue. Sure, he questioned the thinking abilities of some pedestrians who stepped in front of the bus as he was about to pull out and go through a green light to start our journey. And, yes, he did suggest that some drivers were not up to dealing with today's conditions.
But at other times he praised motorists. “Well done, white Subaru” — when the driver of said vehicle pulled up behind a car dead in the water (or snow anyway) on an incline and then went around it, allowing the flow of traffic to continue.
Among his other observations:
“Two-wheel drive trucks are useless. Why would anybody buy one? I learned that the hard way.”
“That's right, pull out in front me so I have to practically come to a stop going up this hill.”
“I'm guessing those are not excellent tires.” (Re: a vehicle being pushed but getting nowhere.)
“Worst intersection in town. Somebody's going to get killed. But nobody does anything about it.” (As he waited on 37th to cross Grand.)
“Sorry, lady. Sometimes that's the way life is.” (When a woman in an SUV had to slow down a little on Grand when he finally had a semi-opening to go through that intersection.)
When I disembarked, I thanked him for the narration.