Watchdog gets inside look at jail
As you may know, self-appointed government watchdog Larry Spencer was subject to a recent citizen’s arrest by re-po man Matthew Mayo. After his Mercedes was repossessed, Spencer insisted the tow yard near Rathdrum was on public property and he had permission to enter it (by crawling under a fence June 24). Mayo felt he did not. Deputy Dawgs weren’t sure. So Mayo took action. Afterward, Spencer swapped digs with Merry Hucksters re: his brief stay at the county jail. “Since you have been on the inside,” quipped Berry Picker “Joker” to Spencer, “does Kootenai County need a bigger jail or not?” Said Spencer, “Maybe, but not the part I was in.” Which prompted Joker to ask Spencer: “What’s your prison nickname? Slick, the Hair? Grease Lightning? The Whistleblower? Watchdog? How was the grub? Did you pull a maggot out and feed it to a blackbird? Did you see any guards swiping Oxycontin pills?” During booking, Spencer said, jailers asked him to run his fingers through his “superman hair” and to note any enemies he might have at the jail. To which he said he was pretty sure that (commissioner- turned-jailer) Gus Johnson didn’t like him. ’Tis hard not to like a guy who can laugh at himself at a time like that.
Pre-emptive strike
Ryan Brodwater/Otis G Experience blog was impressed by the neighborliness of his new neighbors. He returned home one day to find a note from the neighbors, informing him that they were staging a party with a DJ for their daughter’s 16th birthday, from 6 to 10:30 p.m. And that everyone would be gone at midnight. “We would like to apologize for the noise level within the community and let you know that there will be adult supervision,” continued the note. The neighbors invited him and others to drop by during the party. And concluded: “We greatly appreciate your understanding in hopes of no one calling the police.” Otis G welcomed the 1950s approach to neighborliness, adding: “As far as I’m concerned … if anybody does call the cops, they’re the obnoxious ones.” Bingo.
Huckleberries
“Buffoon”? “Dangerous”? And: “His reasoning is nonexistent, his use of the English language would embarrass his elementary school teachers”? You’d think uberconservative Gary Ingram was targeting one of our community’s more unsavory characters with his blast that was front-paged recently by Dan Gookin on OpenCDA.com – not popular councilman incumbent Woody McEvers. Only two months left until the fall city campaigns begin … Keith Erickson, PRmeister for Oxyfresh, has been hit twice and had several close calls with dive-bombing blackbirds during his morning jog across Bluegrass Park in Coeur d’Alene Place. Reports Keith: “It’s annoying and, frankly, creepy. Reminds of Hitchcock’s ‘The Birds’ ” … Seems “Mike” loves “Nikki” – and he loved graffiti’ing that and his phone number all over a wood table on the West Lakeshore Drive beach that belongs to attorney Steve McCrea and his wife, Terri. Love sometimes is as stupid as it is blind.
Parting shot
In Spirit Lake, photographer Taryn Hecker took her two kids to a Chamber of Commerce meeting at La Sierra Mexican restaurant. Son Bailey was excited to get a chance to satisfy his craving for a bean burrito. Taryn didn’t realize that the waiter had inadvertently brought Bailey a beef burrito instead of a bean one until halfway through the meal. At that point, Bailey asked Taryn what language is spoken in Mexico. Taryn replied, “Spanish.” Which prompted Bailey to respond: “Mom, does bean mean beef in Spanish?”