Politicians, I’ve always believed, are the same jerks we hated in high school. Which is why I nearly swerved off the road at the sight of a large black-and-white sign that rose out of the weeds on the south side of I-90, near the Pines exit. “Vote for Jesus,” it read. Vote for WHO? I didn’t know the Lord was running for office. Government is the re
Once again, St. Paddy himself materialized inside O’Doherty’s Irish Pub & Grille on St. Patrick’s Day in downtown Spokane. He blessed the crowd. He posed for snapshots with the foxy Guinness Girls. Even better, St. Paddy bought me a corned beef sandwich. But then he did something about as un-Irish as it gets. He participated in a group sing-along o
There’s still time this weekend to check out the big Inland Northwest Motorcycle Show & Sale at the Spokane Fair and Expo Center. Come drool at 80,000 square feet of gleaming macho motorcyles. Plus one cherry red weeniemobile...
“If time travel is possible,” Stephen Hawking once observed, “where are the tourists from the future?” Duh. They’re all on the road to Colville. And I thought this Hawking guy was supposed to be smart. In all fairness, very few people know about Spokane’s wormhole to the future. Despite the zillions spent developing this leg of the mythical
Two chomps into my second double-cheese-pickle, a question came to mind: Do Huddy Burgers really deserve to be ranked among the planet’s best-damned hamburgers, or am I deluded? To me there’s no debate. These meat bombs are divine, proof that less really can be more. I was initiated into the wonders of Hudson’s Hamburgers on a scalding July day in
Thoughts and ruminations from S-R columnist Doug Clark
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