Contractor Kevin Serr of Compass Construction, a disaster restoration business, usually doesn’t receive a resume scribbled on the back of a Keystone Light beer box that once held 12 cans of 12 fluid ounces. But he did this week. From a fellow named Ken, whose qualifications, according to his beer-box resume, include a valid driver’s license, two snow blowers, chain saws and a power-line tree trimmer. Kevin, a Coeur d’Alene resident who also serves as vice president of the Spokane nonprofit Blessings Under the Bridge, was intrigued by the unusual application. Or was it a business card? He appreciated that Ken had repurposed the beer box. Also, Kevin suspects that the applicant is like many of the people to whom he serves meals under an I-90 overpass on Wednesday nights – someone trying to get by from day to day. Kevin told Huckleberries that he’s going to reach out to Ken. Mebbe give him a job and a backpack. And a stack of business cards?
When Julie Titone tells you to check your spare tire, she’s not talking about the one you earned honestly by refusing to do push-aways from the dinner table. She means the one in your trunk. The former North Idaho regional editor for this newspaper squandered seven hours of her life, from 8 a.m. to 3 p.m., recently trying to fix a flat tire. Snafu begat roadside service glitch in icy conditions. Stir in bad luck overall and you have Julie’s day. Julie, now with Sno-Isle Libraries and living in Everett, learned this lesson: Make sure you can remove your spare tire from your car. She couldn’t. Nor could the two strong men who service tires for a living. A VW dealership was needed for the job. You’ve been warned.
Poet’s Corner – “Someplace the days are sunny/and someplace skies are clear;/someplace the buds are blooming,/but someplace sure ain’t here” – the late Tom Wobker, The Bard of Sherman Avenue (“Someplace,” from Sept 4, 2012) … So how high is the snow in your ’hood, Debra Cashman? High enough for the dog to trot across it and over the 5-foot fence. Which isn’t all that bad, the Rathdrum teacher tells Huckleberries. She’s more concerned that the moose, elk and deer might trot back over from the other side … Huckleberries is sad to report that Java on Sherman is closing its doors with a “Java’s Moving On” party from 5 to 7 p.m. Wednesday after 22 years in downtown Coeur d’Alene. However, the Java shop in Hayden will remain open … Singing the Winter 2017 Blues: “Oh my aching back. Even with a snowthrower, moving slush and ice is a bear” – former KHQ broadcaster Hugh Imhof, now retired in Spokane … Fan Mail: “Thank you good sir for letting me know that I am old as dirt” reader John Bennehoff re: Huckleberries comment that those who remember the old Tiparillo cigar ad slogan (“Should a gentleman offer a lady a Tiparillo?”) are as old as dirt.
After a six-week trial run, Huckleberries will drop down to a four-times-a-week column rather than five times – Tuesday through Friday. You can teach an old dog like Your Huckleberry Hound new tricks, like writing five columns per week instead of one. But he’s still an old dog.
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