The Slice asked if readers had ever been kissed in a grain field.
“Oh, yes,” wrote Susan Almeida.
My aspirations of being a gentleman prevented me from inquiring further.
Judy Camden shared this. “Never been kissed in a grain field, but I did accept a marriage proposal in my grandparents’ cherry orchard.”
Judy and her husband, Bill, met while working at Yellowstone National Park. She thought it was just a summer romance.
They have been married 55 years.
Thanks for the memories: The Slice heard from lots of readers who remember the Chronicle. Recollections came from former subscribers, delivery boys and those who recall kids hawking copies downtown. I also heard from former employees and family members of former employees.
Several readers told of continuing to use Chronicle delivery tubes. And Doug Kimball shared this. “I do remember the Chronicle, and in its honor I sometimes read the Review in the afternoon after I get home.”
If Spokane were turned into a big Disney theme park, it would be called…: “Goofy Park,” said Rob Anest.
One more: I said I was done with these stories, but apparently my pants are ablaze.
“My flying cargo story spans about 15 years,” wrote Shan Kelly. “We lived on a farm along a busy highway south of Dusty, Wash. One day I heard a thump thump thump as a car drove by. I later discovered an overnight case in the ditch.”
Among the items in the bag was a high school yearbook from Walla Walla. Though this was pre-Internet (early 1970s), Kelly eventually managed to identify the owner. “A few weeks later, the dad, who was an attorney, stopped by our farm and gratefully picked up the wayward bag.”
Years later, in the late 1980s, Kelly was working in a professional office in the Palouse. Looking at some paperwork, the name of an attorney representing her firm rang a bell. Next time that lawyer came to the office, Kelly asked him if he remembered retrieving his daughter’s suitcase from a junior high farm girl.
“It all came back to him with a grin. It’s a small world.”
Today’s Slice question: Does it add a certain amount of low-key excitement to a small social gathering when the ever-present possibility of laughter-induced incontinence looms over the get-together?