A glance at what Spokesman-Review bloggers have to say
December 24, 2012 - Updated: 7:13 a.m.
The Slice Blog
By Paul Turner
Dec. 21 – I worked with Clark Hallas, who was considerably older than I was, in Tucson. He and another reporter shared a Pulitzer Prize while I was there.
Once, at lunch, we were telling stories. My mention of having worked in El Paso reminded him of his time there.
I can’t remember if he was there while in the Army or working for United Press International. But his story was about being in a bar on the other side of the border when someone got killed. I can’t recall if it was a shooting or a stabbing. The key detail was that this took place on Christmas Eve.
Clark, who died in December 1992, could be a delightfully deadpan storyteller. And he had one of his finer moments just a couple of beats after finishing that anecdote.
“Feliz Navidad,” he said.
By Jim Camden
Dec. 20 – Today’s story about assault-weapon bans had a photo from the 1994 campaign of then-House Speaker Tom Foley shooting a buffalo rifle at a local shooting range.
It’s one of my favorite photos from the campaign, in part because there are two things about Foley that most people might say they’d rarely or never seen before.
One, obviously, is him shooting a buffalo rifle.
What’s the other one?
Foley in a plaid shirt. Even in some of his more casual campaign appearances, he was rarely seen without a coat and tie.
By Rebecca Nappi
Dec. 22 – So, the world didn’t end. I wonder if, for the folks who really got into it in 2012, it was a way to focus depression, despair and suicidal ideation. I know for my sisters and me, it was an excuse yesterday to share some cocktails at 3 p.m. with my mom at Downriver Grill, which was our neighborhood grocery store when we were all growing up. We decided if the world ended that day, we had spent time with people we shared the most memories with in this life. Cheers! On to 2013!
By Christian Caple
Dec. 21 – Have to admit, I was dreading the commute from Greenwood into Seattle Center at 5 p.m. on a Friday night. But the drive was pretty smooth, and I was even able to find a parking spot on the street just outside the arena. Maybe the world really did end today.