The Slice: Readers gobbled up this one

After asking if Slice readers who live in town were bored with seeing flocks of wild turkeys in their neighborhoods, responses fell into half a dozen categories.

• No.

• Hell no.

• Those birds are a belligerent nuisance.

• We never see turkeys.

• Does seeing Paul Turner at the store count?

• Thanks for asking about something other than marmots.

Freely admit it: I still rely on former S-R sports editor Jeff Jordan for his knowledge of years-ago Spokane.

Slice answer: Joan Williams grew up on a wheat/cattle farm 18 miles southwest of Cheney, near some grain elevators. The period she recalls here would have been about 1964-67.

The Slice had asked readers if they had their own suitcase when they were kids.

“I got a little white suitcase for Christmas one year,” she wrote. “When I got to spend the night with the neighbor girl (who lived a mile away), I would ride over on my horse, hanging on to my little suitcase. My horse, Annie, got to spend the night with their horses.”

There are worse ways to grow up.

“We’d spend all day riding in the woods, exploring. Our horses had beaten a regular trail in the ditch between our two places.”

Wonder how long that suitcase stayed white.

Today’s Slice question: Should The Slice hold a contest aimed at naming the gargoyles/printer’s devils atop The Chronicle Building?

Maybe it could be for kids. Of course, they might come up with names that don’t necessarily strike the ear as gargoyle-like.

About 10 or 15 years ago, a local library branch displayed children’s dinosaur art. One painting (it might have been a crayon drawing) featured a large sauropod saying “Hi, I’m Sarah.”

My wife and I still refer to that. So I guess a gargoyle named Skippy or Jazzmyn would not be the end of the world. In fact, it could be the beginning of a set-in-Spokane children’s story.