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The Slice: Naming your boat with three sheets to the wind
It’s not surprising to learn that some boat owners were drunk when they came up with a name for their vessel.
The mystery is, why didn’t they change their minds after they sobered up?
Let’s move on.
Summer supplies: What would you have found in a 1967 treehouse that you would not find in a 2017 treehouse?
Slice answer (first encounters): “In September of 1946 at Our Lady of Lourdes grade school, I met my best friend, Fred Farrell,” wrote Bill Robinson. “We were 5 years old, and 71 years later he is still my best friend. We have never missed calling each other on our birthdays and talking about what great athletes we thought we were.”
Calculating your conception date (re: Monday’s Slice): It was June of 1927 and Doris Woodward’s future family had to temporarily relocate from the Chicago area. “My dad had to be in New York for a month, so mother and their two children went up to Maine to stay with my dad’s parents. They lived in a cozy old farmhouse in North Waterboro, one of the loveliest places you could imagine – a beautiful lake, the sight and smell of pine trees everywhere, small farms with stone fences, and the smell of kerosene lamps (no electricity).
“My dad was able to get away from business for just one weekend, so that was the only time he and mom were together during the month of June.”
Doris was born on March 18, 1928, back in Illinois.
“None of this matters today, except that somehow it is very pleasurable for me to know this. I have lived all over the United States, in some very interesting places, but I love knowing that my life began in a place that I consider to be the loveliest of all.”
Slice answers: Mike Vlahovich said if he had been the Spokane man who met Marilyn Monroe as a little boy (Tuesday’s Slice), he would have asked her to introduce him to John F. Kennedy.
And Sheryl Hammons said the sure-bet place to see acres of exposed flesh and tattoos aplenty is the Spokane Interstate Fair. “It’s almost unbelievable.”
Warm-up question: Ever been in one of America’s other Spokanes (Missouri, Louisiana, Ohio, whatever) and declared that you hail from Spokane Prime?
Today’s Slice question: Opening what sort of business would be the surest way to lose a lot of money in the Inland Northwest?
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