The Slice

He did what he had to do for a slice of the pie.

What really does it take to be a grandparent?

Here’s a transcript of The Slice’s interview with a local marmot named Cuthbert. As always, you won’t believe what he had to say.

It’s a tale of one sunny, well-connected city.

Lovely Rita meter maid was not very forgiving...

The vomit comet returns to brighten your Monday morning.

The Slice column for Sunday, Jan. 28.

Going for the Shawn Cassidy look was harder than it should have been.

They’re pretty rascally, and can be hard to spot in their native habitat, such as in line at the grocery store or wandering the aisles at Home Depot.

Then there are those north-siders who have never ventured south of NorthTown Mall.

Also known as dinner at Birdland.

Let’s move on.

Cheney and Coeur d’Alene. The state line and the Cascades. Lewiston and Vancouver, B.C.

Baby boomers have a dirty little secret. Despite all sorts of evidence to contrary, we like to think of ourselves as hip and happening and also seasoned and wise. But there is one subject that makes us theatrically clear our throats and lurch to change the subject.

Pretty sure even if you gave them figgy pudding, the little bothers wouldn’t eat it.

And a good thing, because we’re bored with Spokane man’s activities.

Readers’ recollections of having breakfast at their grandparents’ homes reminded Jeff Neuberger of a treasured family story. “When our daughter was learning to talk she would mispronounce words, like most kids. For a while we thought she’d need a speech therapist. My parents thought she needed counseling after a short discussion at breakfast one morning.”

The Slice asked about favorite childhood breakfast cereals. Dave Payne recalled growing up in Montana with three Cheerios-eating sisters. He couldn’t stand them. (Cheerios that is, not his sisters.) “They were girly food.”

Perhaps wedded bliss extends to residential bliss.