Doug Clark is rooting for the Chicago Cubs because the song sung at every Cubbies win at home was written by one of his songwriting idols, Steve Goodman.
A few Octobers have passed since that night when the ghost bus glided to a silent stop outside what tour guide Chet Caskey has dubbed, “the creepiest place in downtown Spokane.” The night something truly chilling happened.
Greetings and salutations, all ye faithful followers. Once again I have shed my portly visage and appear to you today in my transcendental state as Clarnak the Magnanimous, the voice of treason, the conduit for all wisdom and solver of life’s most vexing enigmas.
Sweet Old Bob’s restaurant has closed, eventually to be razed for the North Spokane Freeway. But nothing can destroy decades of memories for proprietors Bob and Marlene Nordby.
“Total” is the operative word in Dan’s Total Automotive. The West Plains auto-repair shop showed out-of-towners nothing but kindness when their car broke down.
Craig Meidl, Mayor David Condon’s double-cross selection for police chief, answered questions Thursday night in a crammed stuffy room at Spokane’s West Central Community Center. What this was supposed to accomplish, I haven’t a clue.
Doug Clark said the recent investigation into the city of Spokane’s ouster of former Police Chief Frank Straub validated his position that the incident “stunk like three-day-old road kill.”
I’m an hour into my trek through the historic “Washington Cracker Co.” building, 304 W. Pacific Ave., and it appears my impish tour guide has saved the funhouse part like an ace up his sleeve. Funny. The bright second-floor restrooms that Mark Camp has led me to look normal enough.
The 14th annual Spokane Street Music Week officially expired at 1 p.m. Friday amid blue skies, sunny dispositions and an unexpected windfall. John Huckabay handed a piece of paper to me.