Oliveria: WSU sorority makes amends to city of Coeur d’Alene

Urinetown redux
There’s a story behind that hysterical laughter coming from a stall in the women’s public restroom of Rathdrum Super 1 last Monday afternoon. Seems Darcy Johnson of Rathdrum had placed her purse on the toilet paper dispenser and − voila − it took a header into the toilet. Straight shot. All net. Er, all wet. After she quit laughing, Darcy inventoried the contents of her purse, which had gained about 12 pounds of water weight. The only items missing were her fully charged emergency battery for her iPhone and a travel-size deodorant container. She decided not to search further for the missing items. Good move.
Foghorn Leghorn RIP?
A Bayview neighborhood may have heard its last from Foghorn Leghorn. Remember? Jeanna Hofmeister (aka “Baggy-eyed in Bayview) turned to Huckleberries last week in desperation. She has a neighbor who had a rooster that crowed all the live-long day. And night. The operative word here is “had.” The rooster hasn’t been heard from since last Sunday. That’s when this column and the Spokesman-Review hit Bayview door steps, telling of the outbreak of “roostosterone” in Bayview. Jeanna tells Huckleberries that she wished the neighbors had invited her over for some rooster pot pie.
Huckleberries
Poet’s Corner: “
Parting shot
The main mission of the USFS nursery on Coeur d’Alene’s Kathleen Avenue is to serve as a genetic storehouse for Western forests. It grows seedlings for federal agencies in five states. But here’s a factoid from spokesman Jason Kirchner of the Idaho Panhandle National Forests: If Kootenai County ever had mass casualties, the bodies would be taken to the nursery’s huge refrigerated units, currently used for storing seeds and nursery stock. Which gives new meaning to the term, “Bloom where you’re planted.”