Monday was Earth Day, the day we all try to show our friends and neighbors just how much more we care about saving the planet than they do. A good way to do this, by the way, is to work certain ecological words like “chlorofluorocarbons” or “Al Gore” into your casual conversation, such as …
And just like that, Boston’s mind-boggling week of murder and mayhem was over. A law enforcement ensemble from what looked like every jurisdiction in copdom caught the last terrorist punk Friday night.
I was sorry to hear that after a 32-year run, the Easter Bunny won’t be hiding any plastic eggs filled with tooth-rotting candy this weekend at Riverfront Park. Apparently there was a lack of a sponsor or a problem with the Easter Bunny’s agent.
How much do you love the Zags? Oh, sure. You talk big. You’ve been known to hoot and holler during games and even heave the occasional heavy object through the TV after a bum call.
Last week’s run of Spokane crime news made the “Psycho” shower scene look almost subtle. There was the hatchet attack on a homeless man by two other indigent men.
Figuring out how to lure more of the public downtown has been the curse of every civic booster since Expo ’74. Yet until now, nobody has been able to break through the firewall of excuses, such as …
Just when I thought Spokane was running out of characters, an email arrived from a guy claiming to be St. Patrick. And not only that. But St. Patrick was willing to grant me an exclusive interview, and not, as I first suspected, at a mental health facility.
Last week I plucked shamelessly at my readers’ heartstrings. I asked all of you to dig deep into your sofa cushions and pull out a dime that you could mail me to benefit ex-Sen. Larry Craig’s ongoing courtroom commode woes.
March Madness. That springy time of year when cats and basketball fans go into simultaneous heat with yowling abandon. One of them, in fact, was raising hell outside my bathroom window just the other night.
So the Spokane County Commission (aka Larry, Moe & Shelly) will be taking administrative control of the county jail and nearby Geiger Corrections Center as of June 1. I think I speak for a lot of area citizens by saying …
Newly crowned best picture “Argo” is about a fake science fiction movie that was created as a ruse to bring home six American diplomats who were hiding out during the 1979 hostage crisis in Iran. But after watching “Argo” over the weekend, I’m thinking the finished product is nearly as fanciful as the film that was never meant to be made.
Saying Gary Singer ran a pawnshop is like saying the Clocktower’s just a timepiece. Singer was a larger-than-life Spokane original. And you didn’t have to patronize his landmark family business at 415 W. Main Ave. to sense this, either.
Attention, Citizens! Cpl. Clark returns to once again address your concerns about cops, courts and crime. Q – Hey, Cpl. Clark, what’s the rumpus about some state senator in Olympia attacking Spokane County Sheriff Ozzie Knezovich’s character?
We geezers love to whine about how weird the kids of today are, what with their twittering and texting and odd fixation with that chubby South Korean hip-hop lounge lizard. But let’s say we could strip away all the cyberhooey for a moment.
DOUG’S DOPE DIARY … Tuesday, 5:50 p.m. – On my way to tonight’s big pot forum at the Spokane Convention Center. I know I’m headed in the right direction because I’m following a young guy who is so into weed that he has “Marijuana” festooned on the back of his bright blue nylon jacket.
If they start awarding Grammys for heart and high hopes, Randy Shaw could clean up next year. Yes, that Randy Shaw – dean of Spokane TV newscasters, musician and, I’m proud to say, my friend.
Canada minted its final penny the other day and embarked on a program to gradually round up and melt down the 82 million kg of coppery coins in circulation. As a public school-educated American, kilograms, mammograms and all the other metric mysteries are Greek to me, although it does sound like a lot.
John Goedde can try to laugh it off all he wants. But his idea to make Idaho high schoolers read Ayn Rand’s “Atlas Shrugged” is a keeper. I’ll go Goedde one better. Every high school kid in America should have to read this tome in a dark room by candlelight and then pass a test on it in order to graduate.