Brother. Nothing puts a stain on a fresh new year like hearing that the Washington Liars Club (aka “The Legislature”) is back in business. One moment we’re all looking ahead to the good things in life, like the playoffs and the Super Bowl. Then – wham! – news breaks that the zombies are rising again.
SEATTLE – I experienced my first “cupping” during my slush-free respite here in the Emerald City. And I don’t mean unwanted affection on a Capitol Hill street corner.
SEATTLE – I experienced my first “cupping” during my slush-free respite here in the Emerald City.
And I don’t mean unwanted affection on a Capitol Hill street corner.
The Spokesman-Review is in the midst of yet another makeover, the 146th by current calculations. You know what that means. Yep. It’s time for an installment of The Omdougsman.
The Spokesman-Review is in the midst of yet another makeover, the 146th by current calculations.
You know what that means. Yep. It’s time for an installment of The Omdougsman.
It’s time we all stopped kidding ourselves. This is no ordinary winter. I believe – and you might want to put on a shawl before reading further – that we are entering a new Ice Age.
SNOMAGEDDON – A Columnist’s Diary of Survival. The biggest snowstorm of the new century begins on Wednesday with a soft flurry and the blaring ringtone from my cell phone.
I took my 86-year-old mom to her holiday pinochle party Wednesday morning. That gave me a little time to myself on the drive back home, so I decided to fix the economy. Here’s what I came up with:
I have returned from my travels with Charlie (Schmidt, that is) and, boy, does it feel good to be back on Spokana Firma. Our plane touched down shortly before midnight Thursday – a full day later than planned. This was due to the mysterious cancellation of our Wednesday flight from Düsseldorf to Amsterdam.
COLOGNE, Germany – It’s a weird, wacky world out here on the global vaudeville circuit. During my tag-along trips with Charlie Schmidt, Spokane’s Lord of the Nose Dance, I’ve encountered oddballs galore, such as …
Guten Morgen, amigos. By the time you read this (barring unavoidable delays or an unexpected burst of gravity) I should be half-loopy from jet lag and wandering somewhere near the Rhine River.
Guten Morgen, amigos. By the time you read this (barring unavoidable delays or an unexpected burst of gravity) I should be half-loopy from jet lag and wandering somewhere near the Rhine River.
If you’re having a hard time feeling the holiday glow this year, I can’t blame you. Every time you turn around, some TV talking head is telling us about the latest stock market collapse or new bailout plan for another failed industry.
Happy Thanksgiving and welcome to our third installment of Ask Professor Pilgrim. Once again, the professor is filling in for Doug Clark, who has already lapsed into an alcohol-induced state of holiday indolence.
No fangs? My handful of popcorn froze midair a few minutes before midnight last Thursday while my brain cells attempted to digest the content of those two words. I turned to my left and stared at the woman sitting next to me in this River Park Square cinema.
‘Will Eddie Ray be joining your family for Thanksgiving?” That’s one e-mail from a wave of expectant and encouraging messages that rolled my way after the big news of the week:
Well, it looks like ol’ Jack Frost will soon be nipping at us like a pack of aggressive panhandlers in the downtown Spokane business core. Yes, winter is on the way.
Mathematical incompetence has spread to all levels of society. Last spring, for example, only 49 percent – or two thirds – of Washington high school sophomores were able to pass the math part of the WASL test.