The local convention industry is in danger of drying up, and it’s up to me to come to the rescue. Oh, I’d love to believe that the Spokane Regional Convention & Visitors Bureau is up to the job. They all seem like such swell, albeit overly chipper, people.
March Madness has arrived, and I don’t mean basketball. I’m referring to my mood as we approach the third anniversary of one of Spokane’s more shameful and frustrating episodes.
You don’t need to examine the soaring jobless numbers or the stock index to know that we’re headed into another Great Depression. One of the telltale signs is that more and more Americans are looking the part. And by “looking the part” I mean that more and more Americans are wearing retro fedoras.
In the vast landscape of social concerns, the handicapped- parking fiasco going on in downtown Spokane’s so-called entertainment district may seem like a hiccup in a hurricane. Spokane has an entertainment district?
In the vast landscape of social concerns, the handicapped- parking fiasco going on in downtown Spokane’s so-called entertainment district may seem like a hiccup in a hurricane.
Spokane has an entertainment district?
Envision Spokane, a small group of smug naval-gazing social meddlers, has been working on establishing a charter-changing “bill of rights” for the Lilac City. Their proposal includes 11 pipe dreams (er, I meant amendments) designed to grant rights such as the environment’s “right to exist and flourish.”
I’ve been waking up at night worrying about how to stimulate the economy. Actually, I’m mainly just waking up to heed nature’s call. (The harder I try to kick the post-dinner Diet Coke habit, the more I seem to drink.)
I read in the paper that J.D. Power and Associates have given the Avista Corp. a fourth-place ranking for customer satisfaction. Fortunately the paramedics didn’t have to be called. After a few gasping moments, my stunned heart kicked back into gear and the living room stopped spinning.
Looks like I owe Todd Mielke and Mark Richard a huge apology. I’m not too big to admit it. I was too critical when the two Spokane County commissioners gave the finger to private enterprise and bought the former Spokane Raceway Park in Airway Heights at an auction.
We interrupt your Super Bowl beer, brats and burp fest revelry with the following important food announcement … The all-you-can-eat pancake record at Spokane’s East Sprague IHOP still stands at 28.
We interrupt your Super Bowl beer, brats and burp fest revelry with the following important food announcement …
The all-you-can-eat pancake record at Spokane’s East Sprague IHOP still stands at 28.
That’s the bad news.
Life in the country has been a little less idyllic for about 35 families who live out where the deer and the bobcats roam on North Idaho’s Old River Road. What a gorgeous area. The residents live on the North Fork of the Coeur d’Alene River (the west side) between the hamlets of Kingston and Prichard.
Spokane’s toughest uniformed protectors must be jangling their handcuffs with joy over the addition of a $200,000 Lenco BearCat armored truck. This vehicle was acquired to enhance the city and county SWAT teams, and nothing gets cops more jazzed like bigger and better firepower.
Winter has been plenty demoralizing for all of us. To determine your own level of winter aggravation ace columnist Doug Clark has prepared a Cabin Fever Quiz.
Reading that hefty automatic pay raises have been handed to some of our highest paid Spokane County officials made me realize that the newspaper is still the best delivery system for imparting horrible news. See, a newspaper reader can avoid stroking out by shaking the newsprint violently while screaming …
Let me warm your hearts today with a story about a corporation.
No, really.
I know the economic climate is cold as a tomb. All the business news is about layoffs, failures, bailouts and corporate greed.
CEO is often just another way of saying SOB.
Then there’s Jeff Philipps.