The Westboro Baptist Church has put the area on notice that they will soon grace us with another hate-soaked visit. This is like cockroaches tipping off a homeowner about an upcoming infestation.
One of the planet’s most beloved figures is back in Spokane after a three-day visit to Hollywood where he earned $25,000 by appearing in his first major television commercial. Meow.
Thanks to some of my diabolical readers, the raceway monument to our con-men commissioners is right on track. If you recall, I sounded the alarm last week for assistance in creating some sort of fitting tribute to commemorate the role Todd Mielke and Mark Richard played in the Spokane County Raceway fiasco.
I’m back from a whirlwind trip to North Dakota during which I experienced the worst thing to ever happen to me on an airplane. That’s saying a mouthful, too.
Spokane has been officially reaffirmed as Washington’s second-largest city, once again snuffing our nemesis Tacoma like a cigarette butt under a biker’s boot heel. The numbers were unveiled last week by the state Office of Financial Management.
Santa Claus. The Tooth Fairy. The Easter Bunny … The Keebler Elves. Open wide, compadres. We have a brand new myth to swallow. It’s called… “The Phantom Baton Blow.” Believing in magic is about the best way to make sense out of what Deputy Brian Hirzel says happened the night Wayne Scott Creach was fatally shot Aug. 25 in Spokane Valley.
I remember the moment I became an Ozzie Knezovich fan. It was June 2006. That’s when Knezovich showed Joseph “Cuppa Joe” Mastel and the citizens of Spokane County what being a real leader is all about.
It’s Sustainable September, folks, which makes it the perfect time to give a little credit to those who are going the extra mile for the planet. In that regard, I can’t think of anyone who deserves to be singled out more than the serial bank robber known for fleeing the scene on a bicycle.
Brace yourselves today for “Stand by your Klan,” yet another parody song based on the real-life saga of one of our over-the-top newsmakers. Edgar J. Steele, to be precise.
When I heard that Ron’s Drive-in was celebrating 52 years of burger-flipping, I fired up my ’67 Vista Cruiser and aimed it east on Wednesday for Spokane Valley. OK. The fact Ron’s owner Denny Hegewald was selling burgers at 19 cents apiece had more to do with my trip to the iconic drive-in than mere nostalgia.
T oday we peek in on Hazy Acres, the retirement home for old and burned-out North Idaho grass farmers. Oh, look. Several residents are sitting in their rockers on the front porch and they’re having a loud and animated discussion. Let’s listen in.
As I motored downtown Friday for a lunch interview with Moses Pulei (pronounced pu-lay), I wasn’t quite sure how well we would relate to each other. There is a bit of a cultural divide separating us, after all.
Monday morning – 9 a.m. I am parked in my old Jaguar at the bottom of the Altamont hill, conducting undercover surveillance on a phenomenon I find both curious and entertaining.
I couldn’t help but notice the shocking letter that appeared on our Opinion page Friday. The writers, Kevin and Julie Hall, expressed their disappointment in what they saw during a recent trek through Riverfront Park.
The polls are closed and the sarcastic results are in. About 30 citizens with sensibilities cynically similar to mine exercised their constitutional right to get my new anti-political button, which reads: