Stand in line for the elephant ears if you must, but don’t block the melon booth.
By Mary Harvill
When I was living in Portland, Oregon, I saw a spill of Hermiston, Oregon-grown watermelons, splattered across a freeway on-ramp. Total tragedy. Those watermelons traveled all the way from Eastern Oregon only to meet their grim (though colorful) demise on the urban asphalt. The gaudy, juicy scene reminded me of the fate of travelers along the Oregon Trail when they drowned crossing the Columbia River.
Despite earlier promises, the SPD and City are once again ignoring public input on police oversight.
–Tim Connor
When last we visited the Spokane City Council on the police accountability issue it was not a happy occasion, unless you were a member of the Spokane Police Guild.
In a recent visit to Spokane, author Barry Lopez gazed into an apocalypse, and left his audience speechless.
By Beatrice Lackaff
A man at a podium, in the temperate zone of a blue planet, pivoting around Polaris, asks us to make a cultural inquiry: Who are we? Where are we headed? What have we forgotten? What circumstances will our children be born into?
November 28, 2008, (Award of Merit winner, 2009 ECO Awards for Excellence in Environmental Communication.)
Item: People are driving to Idaho to buy dish soap banned from stores in Spokane. How you can have cleaner dishes, make better use of your time, and still help the Spokane River.
