You believe this weather? It’s like we’re playing a board game called “Weatheropoly” and somebody picked the card that says … “Skip winter. Go directly to spring.”
There’s a lot of bad voodoo that comes with having this flu that’s been going around. There are fits of near-uncontrollable coughing. There are bouts of feverish sweating, followed strangely by the clammy chills.
Nobody knows who started Mexico’s legendary frog mummification industry.
Or why so many tourists found these things appealing enough to plunk down a few pesos and bring them back home.
But there is something odd and compelling about a frog band rocking out on their faux instruments...
Welcome to Clarksville, where all the women are strong, all the men are good looking, and all the children are above average. No, wait. That’s Lake Wobegon.
It was quite comforting to hear about crime being down in Spokane. Although I’m not quite sure this good news has reached everyone, namely the rancid creep who got into my truck the other day and SWIPED A BUNCH OF MY STUFF!!!
This is the story of an old car and the family that loves it. Not just any old car. Kurt and Joanie Matter’s beloved automobile is a low-slung 1959 blue British roadster, a heads-in-the-breeze Triumph TR3 that carried this Kettle Falls couple from the church on the day of their 1971 wedding and ferried them on many adventures, both good and bad.
It’s a damn shame that my father died decades before TV’s hit show “Shark Tank” came along.
There’s no telling what sort of deal he could have made by submitting his prototype for solving that age-old question, “Does a bear (bleep) in the woods?”
Answer: The bear certainly can if it’s equipped with my old man’s bathroom breakthrough...
Calls and emails rolled in from readers wanting me to grab a pitchfork, light a torch and join the mob that is trying to chase Mike Fagan out of City Hall because of his wacky views on immunization. I’ve never felt so misunderstood.
The packaging makes it all look so scrumptious.
Succulent pieces of turkey, round and evenly cut. A dollop of amber gravy rests on a plump meaty slice.
Snowy mashed potatoes adorned with melted golden cheddar and rosy bacon flecks.
“Honey Roasted Turkey Breast,” declares the Marie Callender’s text.
Mmm. Mmm...
I had a few minutes to kill the other day so I decided to end all the bickering over amnesty for undocumented workers. And as you probably guessed, I’ve come up with the perfect solution.
Some men search for power. Others search for gold. Mike Fagan found both at City Hall. Power came from being elected to the Spokane City Council. Gold came in the form of a medallion honoring his status as a "Proud Member of the 'I've Been...
You wander through downtown Spokane. You look up and scream. That’s because the “King of Glory” is glaring down at you from the south side of the old Pioneer Pathway House building. “King of Zombies” is more like it. The cadaverous, crown-wearing figure looks like...
Haggis, the survival sausage of Scotland, is made from sheep livers, hearts, kidney parts, oats, motor oil, cobwebs and lord knows what else. It oozed darkly in a pot at the end of the banquet table last Saturday at Bruce Ridley’s annual party in honor...
The father and child reunion took place Jan. 7 inside a modest apartment in Independence, Missouri. Richard A. Hodge, 72, a retired Spokane photographer, had come to finally meet the man who had dropped out of his life when he was a baby – 99-year-old Richard L. Hodge.
On a totally selfish note, there’s a lot more at stake in the upcoming vote about schools than just giving my beloved alma mater, Franklin Elementary, the makeover it so desperately deserves. Sure, passing the bond and levy for Spokane Public Schools is vital for building matters like security and technology (the bond) and learning issues like programs and staff (the levy).
So City Hall business czar Jan Quintrall dropped 400 smackers on lunch for a dozen city workers at the posh Spokane Club. And just days after poor planning director Scott Chesney got the boot for misusing city loot on hard-hats and, um, staff lunches.
It’s not every day you meet a bartender who’s on a mission to help alcoholics turn their lives around. Shawn Kingsbury, however, is definitely not your ordinary bartender.
I was thunderstruck the other day to read that Washington’s booming marijuana biz is in an “economic nightmare” because of an overload of weed. What? I thought passing High-502, the initiative to legalize marijuana, was supposed to usher in a New Age of potsperity.
For almost five years now, many of the broken horns and woodwinds at Hoffman Music have found new life as lovely one-of-a-kind lamps that Allan Smith creates in his home garage.
The treasure I’ve come to see hangs on a wall halfway down a narrow hallway inside this cozy ranch-style home on Spokane’s South Hill. “There it is,” says Mike Kobluk, reaching to take his framed prize off its hook.
Deep inside Hoffman Music Co., Spokane’s venerable music store that cracked the century mark in 2013, is an oversized closet that few customers ever see. Staffers at the 1430 N. Monroe St. store call it the “junk room,” but it’s really more of a graveyard, a place where instruments go to die.