Our nation’s capital has “D.C.” as part of its official name, but out here in the Northwest we are the ones who have to be described in a way that says “No, not that one – the other one.” At least in the minds of some.
For some cats, Christmas trees act as a powerful hallucinogenic. Though not always. Not every time. Usually just before you hear a loud crash in the living room and your pet emerges with an innocent “What?” expression on its furry face.
Spokane isn’t always the easiest place to get to, at least from far away. Our city is a bit remote. (Extremely remote by some definitions.) For many friends and relations, ours is a connecting flight/long drive destination. So once far-flung loved ones actually get here, we’re sometimes reluctant to let them go.
Most people offering the blessing do a decent job of staying on point. At least in my experience. They are sincere and focused on gratitude. But every once in a while, the person saying grace decides to launch into some strident oratory that’s more like an editorial than a prayer
Yes, I know we’re fast approaching a season of glad tidings and great joy. But the fact of the matter is, that be-of-good-cheer stuff rubs a few folks in Spokane the wrong way.
Technically, it’s not a presidential election year, so I doubt if we’ll hear it today. You know, “If (fill in the blank) wins, I’m moving to another country.”
Survey after survey shows that readers of the print newspaper tend to be older people. I’m not suggesting that makes me uniquely qualified to speak to these good folks. But you know what they say. If the comfortable shoe fits, wear it.