The Slice: Just back from vacation; soon headed for ‘rehab’

It’s only fair to warn you.

I recently received notice that my home is on a street that is about to undergo “rehabilitation.”

I’m pretty sure this refers to repaving.

In any event, there’s a good chance Slice readers are going to encounter more than a few references to this particular project when things get going this spring and summer. So consider this a heads-up.

The mailed notice mentions an upcoming information session at a nearby elementary school. The fact that the name of the school is misspelled is, I’m sure, in no way indicative of the quality or workmanship we’re about to see.

Anyway, I hope to refrain from the “Oh, the humanity!” level of complaining heard from a few others thrust into similar circumstances.

And I will endeavor to not sound like those people who all but say, “Hey, I want ’em to fix the streets but I don’t want to be personally inconvenienced.”

We’ll see.

But my real worries aren’t the coming-and-going hassles or the noise. No, my biggest concern is that there’s going to be some really cool heavy-equipment action taking place right outside my front door and I won’t be able to share it with any little kids.

OK, I know not all children are gaga about family entertainment of the bulldozer variety. But you can’t tell me that there aren’t still at least a few youths who would enjoy sitting in a lawn chair, sipping lemonade and watching one of those huge rollers flatten fresh asphalt, steam rising in its wake.

“I think he missed a spot, Mr. Turner.”

“He’ll get to it, Timmy. He’ll get to it.”

So if you have a child or grandchild who might want to spend half an hour taking in the road show, drop me a line. Maybe we can set something up.

Today’s Slice question: In all of the Inland Northwest, what establishment comes closest to maintaining the feel of an old-fashioned general store?