If you think there’s even a small chance that you might die one day, then I urge you to pay a lot more attention to your legacy. (Those who plan on living forever – vampires, Dick Cheney, zombies, Avista execs – can skip to the comics.)
Few things endanger society like exposing young people to literature. The classics can poison kids with big ideas that mess with their impressionable minds and make them want more out of life.
I came up with something important while my Presidential Press Posse rolled all over Spokane to experience Tuesday night’s historic election. My theory is that there is a very good reason why Republicans and Democrats hold their election festivities in separate hotels.
The biggest crisis facing the country is not the tanked economy. Nor is the nation’s No. 1 concern the skyrocketing price of energy, the threat of terrorist attack or even the Spokane Transit Authority’s befuddlement over what to do with the downtown bus plaza.
We begin today’s tale with me swiping complimentary paper hand towels out of a fancy men’s room at Disneyland. I know that behavior sounds so unlike me – but it’s true.
On Tuesday I tried out a homegrown invention that lets electric guitar players change pickups on an instrument faster than Willie Nelson can fire up his next joint. The “GDK system” on display at Burt’s Music in Coeur d’Alene is an amazing merger of science, art and sound.
OK then. Let’s all give a big hand to Spokane Mayor Mary Verner for delivering such a (yawn) riveting state of the city speech at City Hall on Monday night. And I’m sure the community will get behind the mayor’s new plan to regulate leaf raking just like we did with her alternating lawn-sprinkling scheme last summer.
So now comes this new and improved cockamamie plan to save the economy. Treasury Secretary Henry J. Paulson Jr. has announced that the U.S. government would buy direct stakes in the nation’s troubled banks.
I fear I’m getting a reputation. Some of you out there are beginning to see repeat offender Eddie Ray Hall and yours truly as some sort of perpetual comedy duo.
With the banks crashing around us like revelers at a kegger, you’ll be relieved to know that there is still one savings institution you can count on. Me.
Connecting with my readers is such a joy, especially the sweet ones who are under a delusion that I can actually do something about their problems. Some headaches, I’m sorry to confess, are beyond even the scope of my bluster.
Look. Don’t figure for a second that I’m unsympathetic to the plight of those who have been attacked by those nefarious canines known as pit bulls. My thoughts go out to each and every victim.
Far be it from me to start siding with any weasels who want to erect more condos in this burg. (Frankly, Spokane needs more condominiums like it needs more potholes.)
I get requests all the time from people who want me to solve their problems or give them free ink about (fill in the blank). To which my normal response is … “Whattaya think I am, pal, the order speaker on an Arby’s drive-through?”
