Dipped cones and bowling set Sandpointers apart

Today, Huckleberries Online offers another in the series of columns re: the characteristics of North Idaho natives. In the past, HBO regulars have explained how you can tell you’re from Coeur d’Alene, Athol, Kellogg and Mullan. Today, it’s Sandpoint’s turn. And a coupla twentysomethings – pseudonymed Cameraman and Digger – do most of the heavy lifting. You can tell you’re from Sandpoint, they say, if … You remember going to Dub’s and/or Dairy Depot for ice cream. (To which Sandpoint Sue adds: “The girls worked at Dub’s; the boys worked at Gas & Go.” And A Token D adds: “Dub’s! Best chocolate-dipped ice cream cone in town.”) You remember when Sandpoint Cinema 4 used to be a bowling alley. You’ve eaten at the Whistle Stop Café, Walker’s Donuts or the Pastime Café. You check the Daily Bee to see which neighbor is in trouble. You were taught by one or more of the Millers in high school – Ray, Nancy and/or Larry. You remember the greatest (and cheapest) lunch in town was the kids’ meal at Harold’s IGA – 99 cents. You remember the pie contests on KPND radio. You’ve driven a car in the “Lost in the ‘50s” Parade. You and the rest of the town gathered on Memorial Field for the Beach Boys concert. Your idea of something to do is to circle City Beach. You had a birthday party at the Sandpoint Bowl or the Bonner Mall skate rink. You ran in the Aspirin Rally Run. You listened to “Brother Love” on the radio. You have mentioned at least once that Barbara Walters’ daughter attended the Rocky Mountain Academy. Next?