The Slice: Ironing still alive and well for some

PEOPLE WHO STILL IRON are not an endangered species yet. “Yes, I do iron everything,” said Leigh Kelsey. “It’s my mama’s fault.” “My mom taught me well,” said Sue Borg. “My daughter Sarah and I both iron.”

“I still iron clothes, even my husband’s white shirts that say ‘wrinkle free’ on the tag,” said Marilyn Austin.

“I break out in a sweat if I even think of putting away a pillow case without ironing it first,” said Tina Kienbaum.

“It certainly isn’t as tough as it once was when we had to dampen the clothes, starch them and then iron with a very hot iron for a long time,” said Lesley Pierson.

“I entertain quite a bit, and love the look of freshly ironed napkins on my dinner table,” said Libby Moore.

“After 49 years of marriage, I still iron and fold mine and my husband’s shirts, hankies and undergarments,” wrote Hilde Schoonover.

“I iron quite a few of my clothes that I wear to the office because I line-dry them and the wrinkles don’t come out unless they’re ironed,” said Felicia Karst.

“My sis-in-law, Linda Winfrey, wins on the ironing front,” said Robbin Paeper. “Not only does she iron everything including T-shirts, she likes it. She does it when she is bored or upset.”

“I iron every day, as a matter of fact I love it,” said Randy Schwaegler.

We could go on and on, but you get the idea.

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“ Helping a young family: A recent Slice item prompted an e-mail from Larry Parker.

“A few years back, my wife and I were driving north on Government Way in Spokane when a woman came running up the road toward us waving her arms and yelling for us to stop. Noticing that traffic coming toward us had stopped, I did also.”

The woman explained that a mother skunk was poised at the side of the busy road with six babies, waiting to cross.

Eventually, the skunks made their move. Then they disappeared into the woods.

“And we resumed our busy pace of living,” wrote Parker.

“ Today’s Slice question: What happens when cruise lovers talk skeptics into going on one?