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Carl Spackler. All hail Magnus. He's got some pop. And Ganna? Pidcock was a pilot fish. What a way to end work week. That was a monster effort AFTER hanging with Ganna and Foss, and didn't shirk a pull. Varken Quote:. WannaB wrote:. Adrienne, Patrick, and Molly flew to be with family in Chicagoland and Debbie and I took off from Eugene on Dec.
After our brief ceremony, we drove to Kellogg and honeymooned in my childhood home. Mom hosted us. We ate dinners and exchanged gifts with Mom, Christy, Everett, and Carol and Paul's family. It's astonishing to look back at that Christmas Eve and look at all that has happened in the intervening twenty-four years.
I certainly didn't think on our wedding day that twenty years later, in , we would we living in the very house where we spent our first night of marriage.
Debbie's birthday was on Tuesday. Mine is coming up on Monday. Our anniversary is today. We have family get togethers planned for Christmas Day and the day after Christmas. We decided to have one party tonight to commemorate the birthdays and the anniversaries.
Debbie prepared hors d'oeuvres and mulled white wine, Diane T. brought a delicious charcuterie board, Carol and family brought nuts and bolts, Christy baked a delicious pie, and, along with Liz M. Note: Dave Oliveria led his Huckleberries column in the CdA Press on with a story about kellogg bloggin' and Three Beautiful Things.
If you'd like to read it, click right here. I'd say if a person has one place to frequent that buoys their spirit, makes them feel welcome and whole, at peace even, provides a venue for great conversation, and is a place where people they treasure also gather, that person is fortunate.
I experience such places as spiritual centers. I frequented five of them when I lived in Eugene, OR:. If you read this blog, even occasionally, you know that I love watching college basketball games.
Every year, with the end of each season, players graduate or decide to leave college early and turn professional. The next season comes around and I miss some of those players. Well, the past few days, the NBA's G League put on what's called the Winter Showcase, featuring teams from its development league playing in front of scouts and executives no fans.
The games were televised. The Winter Showcase winning team won 1, bucks. Several players I enjoyed watching during their college careers now play in the G League. I watched the Winter Showcase championship game today and especially enjoyed seeing Zavier Simpson Michigan , Braxton Key Virginia , and Rob Edwards Arizona State play.
Braxton Key plays now for the Delaware Blue Coats and he was instrumental in leading his team to a victory over Simpson and Edwards' Oklahoma City Blue squad. These teams are not polished and the G League games can be ragged.
Right now, teams in the NBA have quite a few players out because of positive Covid tests and so players from the G League are getting called up to replace them. The G League rosters are unstable. But, I enjoyed watching the action. These players exert a lot of effort and energy, working hard to impress the NBA brass that they are ready to move up to the Big Show.
I think I'll continue to keep an eye on G League action as the basketball season continues. I'd read a good story this morning over at theathletic. com I subscribe about Tennessee's blue chip freshman point guard, Kennedy Chandler. After the G League game ended, I tuned in to the Vol's game in Knoxville against the undefeated Arizona Wildcats.
I was not expecting to see such a lopsided score when I caught up to that game, but Tennessee hammered Arizona early in the game and rode a late surge in first half's final minute or two and led at halftime.
Arizona clawed back in the second half. They tied the game a couple of times, but could never quite secure a lead. For whatever reason, Kennedy Chandler had an ordinary game, but the Vol's got a superb performance from 24 year old sixth year super senior John Fulkerson who scored 24 points and snared 10 rebounds.
After the game, Arizona Coach Tommy Lloyd remarked that Arizona's game plan was to make Fulkerson score lots of points -- and he did. Our defensive game plan was to leave Starr Kelso RIP open, make him score a lot of points.
Our coaching staff didn't think Kelso could hurt us as a scorer. Well, like John Fulkerson tonight, Starr Kelso had a monster game that night. I wish I had the box score in front of me, but as I remember it, he score over 30 points and make a mockery of our game plan.
Wallace creamed us that evening, payback after we had beaten them in Kellogg earlier in the season. By the way, if my memory of that Wildcat loss to the Miners is warped after sitting in my head for almost 52 years, and if you, as a reader, have a clearer memory of Starr Kelso's performance, please feel free to correct me.
Today was a low key day. I ended it in low key fashion with two small cups of Ghirardelli hot chocolate, no booze in it. I didn't need a lot of relaxing before hitting the hay, but the hot chocolate moved me from relaxed to nearly comatose, making it easy and comfortable to fall into a restorative sleep with my nighttime companions Luna and Copper right beside me, also contented.
Today was Debbie's birthday. Today Debbie's driver license expired. Mine will expire next week on Monday. Therefore, we piled into the Sube and blasted east on I to our county seat, Wallace, and stopped in at the Sheriff's Office not only to renew our licenses, but to secure a Real Idaho ID, also known as a Star Card.
I had misread the list of documents we needed, but, at the last minute before we left the house, I put our latest Wells Fargo statement in the folder with out passports and tax forms.
It's a good thing I did. I thought I was overdoing it bringing that last document, but, no, we needed it. As a result, everything went smoothly and, in a couple of weeks, our new cards should arrive in the mail. After spiffing up the house a bit and after I made a Debbie's birthday stop at Yoke's and the liquor store, we piled back into the Sube and blasted uptown and sat down at a table at Radio Brewing.
As we walked in, we stopped at a table occupied by Kelton, Sara, Adam, Scott, and Becky. I hadn't seen Becky since early in or maybe late and it was fun to see her and have a few minutes of chatter and laughs with some of the youth of the Silver Valley.
Niece Molly was working. A sudden deluge of people surged into Radio and Molly was the only server on duty. We marveled at how deftly and calmly she worked the room and were relieved, on her behalf, that at some point another employee stepped into the fray and eased her workload.
Debbie enjoyed some red wine and I ordered something I hadn't tried for years. I asked Molly to blend Oatmeal Stout with a small portion of apple cider. Radio's Oatmeal Stout tasted chocolate-y this afternoon and I loved how it paired in my glass with the apple flavor of the cider.
For me, it was like drinking a chocolate apple cake or a chocolate chip apple cookie. I was ecstatic that night. I loved being at Edgefield.
I loved having memories of that night and those Rubinators suddenly occupy my mind. I also fondly remembered blending beers at 16 Tons under the expert guidance of both Em and Colin. They helped me enjoy innovative Black and Tans and introduced me to the idea of blending ale and cider. We ran into our down the street neighbors Tyler and Becca at the Depot last Friday and Debbie invited them to come over this evening and have a birthday cocktail or two or more.
We also invited Christy over and so we had a little neighborhood party. Debbie finished making cranberry liqueur a day or two ago and knew it would be fun to bust that out. Before our guests arrived, Debbie stepped into our Cocktail Laboratory also known as the kitchen and mixed cranberry liqueur, George Dickel Rye Whiskey, fresh squeezed ogange juice and dashes of Peychauds bitter.
She christened it the Solstice Awakening. Her cocktail was a hit. It turned out I was in the mood to drink rye whiskey straight, over ice, but I'll try a Soltice Awakening soon. We had an awesome party. Christy, Debbie, and I got to know Tyler and Becca a lot better. Debbie got out her guitar and sang a bit.
We talked about music and singers and songwriters. We talked about Silver Valley history, especially the Sunshine Mine Fire. It was an evening of high quality yakkin'. Christy had to leave the party a little bit early to make a phone call and Tyler and Becca partied with us until about 10 o'clock.
It was an awesome way to celebrate Debbie's birthday, enjoy the good vibes of living on Little Cameron, and marvel at two of Debbie's many talents as she combined mixology with playing her stellar song, "Going the Distance".
By the way, you can also listen to this song and others on Debbie's first album by going to Debbie's Going the Distance bandcamp page, here.
A moderate, not quite heavy, amount of snow fell in Kellogg today. I shoveled twice or was it three times? Shoveling snow before it gets very deep is turning out to be a good thing. I spare strain on my back by shoveling while it's not very deep and I increase my heart rate and, I think, build up my wind.
Gonzaga's victory over Northern Arizona, , lacked suspense so it's a wonder I stuck with it. I figured, though, that since the game was a blowout, Coach Mark Few might empty his bench in the last several minutes and I could see some Zags play who rarely get any action.
I was right. I had fun watching Ben Gregg, Shoeless Kaden Perry, Martynas Arlauskus, Matthew Lang, and others get a chance to run the offense, hoist a shot or two, and be a part of the flow of this mismatch. Dave Oliveria emailed me. He asked if he could call me with some questions on Dec. I asked if, instead, I could email him responses to questions regarding the origins of Three Beautiful Things, how long I've been at it, what my purpose is, and about my Silver Valley background.
He said, "Sure". He sent me questions and the first thing I'll do on the morning of Dec 21st is write out answers as best I can. Once I shoveled today's shallow but wet snowfall, the day was slow. I decided to slowly work my way through some dark beers still remaining in the icebox.
I began with Georgetown's very tasty Nine Pound Porter, a great beer with assertive chocolate flavor. I loved its generous level of toasted barley and how its Chinook and Summit hops balanced out any chance this porter might be too sweet.
Having finished the Nine Pound, I plucked Icicle Brewing's Dark Persuasion Ale from the shelf. Technically, it's not a porter or a stout, but in a way similar to Iron Horse's Irish Death is a dark ale brewed to taste like a German Chocolate Cake.
And Dark Persuasion does! I could taste not only the cacao nibs, but the coconut, and, to Icicle's credit, its chocolate coconut flavors were not cloying, but offset by the beer's excellent hop profile. Debbie and I ended this afternoon's dive into dark beers by sharing a Narwhal, Sierra Nevada's splendid Imperial Stout.
Its a velvety stout combining cocoa and espresso richness with a very sturdy malt foundation. I drank these beers patiently, letting each of them warm up as I slowly made my way through each pour. Alas, our dark beer stash is now gone.
I popped open jars of Kalamata and green olives, drained their brine, put the olives in a bowl, and added orange zest, fennel seeds, fresh thyme, crushed garlic cloves, and olive oil. I combined all of this and, using our Dutch oven, heated up the olives until the oil sizzled and then turned down the heat and let the garlic and olives slowly become warm.
The dish is called Warm Marinated Olives -- it's here. It's one of Ina Garten's recipes and it served as our appetizer for family dinner. Family dinner was awesome at Christy's house tonight.
We opened with a wintry bourbon, cranberry, lemon, and orange cocktail. Our main course featured Christy's incredible Friendsgiving casserole courtesy of Joanna Gaines recipe here , a superb combination of chicken and a variety of Thanksgiving dinner flavors all working together in a single dish. Carol brought a perfectly dressed spinach salad and Debbie baked us each a yam served with real maple syrup infused butter.
We were all beside ourselves with enjoyment as we ate this dinner together and the pleasure continued when Christy brought out a plate of peppermint bark. She also mixed me a quick egg nog and peppermint vodka after dinner drink in lieu of the candy! I shoveled snow this morning in time to plant myself in front of the Vizio and watch Gonzaga play the bruising, defensive-minded Texas Tech Red Raiders in Phoenix, AZ.
I love watching Gonzaga playing the stiffest competition possible. That the Red Raiders' best player, Terrence Shannon, couldn't play today because of back spasms was a disappointment.
The Red Raiders' employ a defensive strategy known as the "No Middle Defense". They work to deny their opponents' efforts to get the ball in the key the paint and want to force ball handlers to the sidelines and the baseline.
In part, the Red Raiders' defense succeeded today. In the paint, Texas Tech crowded and collapsed on the Zags' leading scorer, Drew Timme, the entire game. He attempted only four shots, made two of them, and only scored seven points. Fortunately, for Gonzaga, they compensated for Timme getting shut down in some very productive ways.
They'd been struggling with turnovers and only had ten in this game, a great improvement over their last four games. Rasir Bolton got hot in the first half and Andrew Nembhard snapped out of a shooting slump in the second half and, together, they offset the Red Raiders' "No Middle Defense".
I thought the Zags also got solid play from their bench. Freshman starter Chet Holmgren struggled with foul trouble. He only played 24 minutes.
Those 24 minutes were productive. He snagged eleven rebounds, blocked two shots, and his tall and long presence on defense adversely affected any number of Red Raider shots.
When Holmgren had to ride the pine, Anton Watson replaced him most admirably with his defensive strength and quick hands two steals and offensive savvy. Today he scored 10 points, including a surprise splash from the corner from beyond the arc at a juncture in the game when Texas Tech had narrowed Gonzaga's double digit lead to two points.
Watson's trey was huge as Gonzaga stopped Texas Tech's run and went on an impressive run, essentially sealing their eventual victory. I thought it was a good win for Gonzaga.
I continue to be very interested in how this team will develop and possibly improve as the season moves into January. I really don't know what matters to Luna and Copper. I probably project a lot of my human feelings on to them. That said, I continue to think that having my company while they are either in the bedroom or the Vizio room is good for them.
For nearly the whole time that I watched Gonzaga defeat Texas Tech and watched Providence defeat UConn, Luna sat on my lap or crawled up my chest, purring, sometimes licking me, sometimes lightly biting my hand.
She seemed content. Later, after a second round of snow shoveling, I went into the bedroom and lay down with Copper.
Copper never climbs on me, but sometimes will position himself within my reach so I can pet him. Today, I could feel myself falling asleep and reached out and put my hand on Copper's back and maintained motionless contact with him throughout my nap.
Did my hand help Copper feel more secure? Was this physical connection important to him? I like to think it was and I'd like to think times like this between me and Copper have contributed to his acting more at ease day to day.
Christy invited Debbie and me over to her house for cocktails and conversation this evening. I seized upon this opportunity to SAVE THE PORTER and took over a bottle of Founder's Robust Porter.
The brewery describe it as a cozy beer and I like that. It was well-balanced, easy to drink and enjoy. I finished this beer and determined that our conversations about everything from dental and medical care to housecleaning to nailing down our holiday plans was going to extend beyond one porter, so I came over to our house and grabbed a can of Laughing Dog's Pecan Imperial Porter out of the fridge.
This porter was not subtle. The pecan flavoring was front and center. It was like drinking a pecan chocolate pie. I enjoyed it, especially as a last beer for the night, a dessert. Back in October of , I decided to start writing a blog.
Once I started posting, I also scanned the World Wide Web for other blogs and almost immediately discovered Huckleberries Online , a blog at the Spokesman Review and spearheaded by D.
Dave Oliveria, also known as DFO. Facebook hadn't really taken off yet, if I remember correctly, and blogs were popular, fun, and numerous. Before long, I introduced my blog to DFO and, back then, he posted passages from people's blogs or posted links to things we bloggers were writing, especially when our content reflected on life in the Inland Northwest.
He featured posts I wrote from time to time and frequently posted a link to my blog. Well, the other day DFO messaged me. He'd seen my 3BTs post about enjoying driving in CdA -- it was, by the way, serious -- I don't write sarcasm or facetious things on my blog yes, it's true -- I enjoy it when Costco is crowded!
In his retirement, DFO now writes a Huckleberries column once a week for the CdA Press and he asked me if he could publish some of what I'd written about driving in CdA. It was like old times and I happily consented. Debbie, Diane T. and I had a hot time in the old town tonight -- well, late this afternoon and early evening.
We started by having a drink at The Depot, formerly known as the Hill Street Depot. I hadn't been in The Depot for about two years, thanks to the pandemic and because The Depot was closed for a while for remodeling.
The remodeled Depot no longer has a kitchen. It's a cozy bar. The atmosphere this afternoon was friendly, people in small knots of conversation and laughter.
I enjoyed it a lot. Next stop: the Kellogg Elks Club for Friday night burgers. Those burgers are perfect for me. They are just the right size, not too big, and taste fresh. We saw other people at the Elks -- Jake and Carol Lee were in the house and so were Tim and Cindy. In fact, Cindy alerted me to the fact that DFO did, indeed, include my CdA driving story in his Huckleberries column.
We joined Jake, Carol Lee, Tim, Cindy, Eileen, and DJ at a table and enjoyed the good vibes in The Lounge. It was a mellow evening. It's possible the cold temperatures and snow-packed streets kept people home -- hard to say.
But size doesn't matter at The Lounge. We were in the company of cheerful people and had a great time. I think it was on Monday. Bill Davie posted on Facebook that he was going to perform, almost out of the blue, a Treehouse Concert on Tuesday, on December 14th.
Bill's been on a hiatus from performing. He took time away to focus on writing, hoping some new songs would arise within him, and on continuing to seek relief from the chronic pain he suffers in his back.
On Monday I think , though, he picked up his guitar named Woody and playing his guitar felt really good and pretty much on the spur of the moment, he announced that he'd be live on Facebook on Tuesday.
I jumped on his livestream and Bill looked stoked. He was happy that he had a set of songs ready to go, but even more, he was happy to have so many virtual listeners, many of us longtime friends, back in the Tree House. Bill got underway with one of his classic tunes, "Learn to Say Goodbye" and played a stirring set of everyone's favorites, including "The Only Magic I Know", "The Lone Ranger in the Moon" and others.
He read inventive and unsettling poetry by Gregory Orr. Snow fell most of the day today in Kellogg. I'm glad I didn't have anywhere to go on I where a semi jackknifed and cars slid off the road, bringing traffic to a standstill at times. All I had to do was shovel snow. Three times? Four times?
I'm not sure. I do know this: by shoveling more frequently, I save myself and my back from the strain of shoveling deeper snow. I went to bed earlier than usual and listened to Episode 4 of Slate's podcast, One Year: First, it covered the media nuttiness that broke out when Elvis Presley died, with special focus on The National Enquirer 's mission to obtain a photograph of Presley in his open casket at Graceland.
In case you've forgotten, the Enquirer was successful. Second, it was on August 16, that a Federal District Court ruled in 16 year old Deborah Lipp's favor that a New Jersey law compelling her to stand for the Pledge of Allegiance in her public school classroom was unconstitutional.
For refusing to get up from her desk and stand for the Pledge, Deborah Lipp was harassed, threatened, bullyragged, and demeaned. This part of Episode 4 features Deborah Lipp as a 60 year old looking back on all the torment she endured for asserting what she saw as an assertio of her right to free speech.
The third part of this episode looked at how on August 16, , astronomers in Ohio received a signal that just possibly was sent by intelligent life in another part of the universe. Verifying that it came from extraterrestrials was impossible, but in a year that brought both Star Wars and Close Encounters of the Third Kind to our nation's movie screens, the story was a compelling one.
Those interviewed in , looking back on this momentous occasion in , were fascinating as they addressed the question of whether intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe and, if it does, what that signal to Earth might have been trying to communicate to us. Our Christmas tree is up and decorated.
Debbie Illuminated the tree with purple lights and festooned it with candy canes, ornaments she made here at home, and a Christmas card. Don't expect to see our tree featured on a Hallmark advertisement, but, if you were in our living room, you could expect it to bring light to this ever darkening time of year.
I like that. At Saturday's Celebration of Life memorializing Ron Frase, I learned that Ron Frase was an avid letter writer. I don't know if I'll ever be an avid letter writer, but today I followed Ron Frase's example and penned a card and a letter and I have more in mind to compose.
I don't know if, in their younger days, Copper and Luna liked to run around the house, pull down ornaments off of a Christmas tree, play Bowl-a-Rama in the middle of the night, or be hyperactive in any way.
Well, if they did, those days are gone. They are older cats now and spend most of their time resting and sleeping. This is good since they can't be in the living room with Gibbs -- Gibbs upsets them by hassling them, barking at them to play -- and spent much of the day in either the bedroom or Vizio room.
I spend time with them during the day and they are calm and secure. Copper, especially, seems to feel more secure these days than in the past. When Debbie and Gibbs go upstairs at night, we open the bedroom and the Vizio room doors and Copper and Luna are free to sashay around the house.
Sometimes Copper likes to lie under an end table, a place he enjoyed during the day before Gibbs joined us. Luna goes back and forth between a little bit of roaming and positioning herself near my neck in bed. Luna wakes me up for wet food, sometimes at 3 a. Both Copper and Luna seem to enjoy having this early morning feeding in the kitchen.
There's a pretty good balance at work with Gibbs, Copper, and Luna. Gibbs is young, more rambunctious, and can exercise his youth during the day in the living room.
Fortunately, Luna and Copper are not rambunctious and instead of spending time lounging and sleeping on chairs or on the rug in the living room, they lounge and sleep on the bed, in my closet, or on a chair or on the rug in the Vizio room.
I blasted over the clear, bare Fourth of July Pass today and completed my two days in row travel package to Coeur d'Alene. Robin cut my hair at Supercuts. Robin lives in Pinehurst -- she also grew up there -- and she told me some pretty hairy stories about her winter commute to and from CdA over the years.
Not only that, Robin gave me a good looking haircut and did it efficiently. I then had a great time at Costco where I picked up a few things. I enjoy walking the aisles at Costco, especially if quite a few people are there.
I enjoy smiling at people and imagining what they are going to do with the stuff in their carts. Today, I imagined Christmas parties, restaurants full of people being served I think I saw a guy from Capone's buying stuff for their eateries , church dinners, and holiday celebrations in people's homes.
My enjoyment was similar to driving in CdA. Yes, a lot of people were out, but they were just doing their different things, no nastiness, no crazy behavior, no real signs of impatience, and I liked being in the company of my fellow humans, on the road and in the store.
After I left Costco, Byrdman and I met at Paragon. I love Paragon, especially in the early afternoon. It's a quiet time. I yakked with the woman who owns the place about their beer.
It was easy to have conversation with Byrdman and with a couple or three people sitting at the bar with us. Byrdman and I hadn't had a chance to discuss this year's awesome college basketball season in person yet, and we engaged in a comprehensive rundown of teams, players, and surprising games.
We agreed that we don't know what to expect when January rolls around and teams enter into the teeth of conference play. I'd say we will simply expect the unexpected. In the last year or two, Paragon began brewing their own beer and I hadn't been there since their tap list was almost exclusively brewed on site.
They had one guest tap. I decided to continue my efforts to SAVE THE PORTER and drank a pint of East Portal Porter. It was the mildest porter I've drunk in, well, in decades -- since , the last time I drank Porter in England.
East Portal Porter is an English style porter, with a thinner mouthfeel and less aggressive flavors. Its abv was also moderate and, if I'd been close to home, I could have imagined quaffing a bunch of these mild porters and had myself a real SAVE THE PORTER session.
I didn't do that because I love Paragon's English style IPA, the mild and biscuit-y Idabow IPA. I'd drunk a couple or three of these a while back at Outpost in CdA and was very happy that it's a regular offering at Paragon. I ordered a Pubburger and fries and enjoyed a pint and a half of Idabow and, to my dismay, decided I needed to end this awesome session with Byrdman.
I had a stop to make at Pilgrim's and I wanted to arrive home either before dark or not long after. Debbie and I made a quick trip to Coeur d'Alene. While she got a haircut, I enjoyed driving around Coeur d'Alene. I filled the Sube with gas at Costco, bought a Christmas tree stand at Lowe's, and ordered a buttery cinnamon cookie and a latte at Bear Paw Cookies at Riverstone, near the salon.
Debbie joined me. I shared my cookie. Debbie asked me to drive her out to Michael's and I gladly agreed. At the intersection of Hanley and Government Way, the traffic light was busted.
The intersection was busting at its seams with traffic. I loved that every single driver knew what to do.
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