A Cabin-Fevered Cat By Marylyn Cork My cat Rambo is bored. Tired to death of winter. He longs to be outside chasing anything that moves, but too much snow has accumulated in my yard. Rambo came to me
You Can Never Tell Who Might Join In By Steve Carr The recent municipal elections were once again a revelation to me of just how much intestinal fortitude one must have to run for office. In Idaho Falls,
But Stay in Your Own Game By Steve Carr November can be rough in eastern Idaho, yet as I flew out of Idaho Falls and looked down on my hometown—only literally, mind you, not figuratively—it was bathed in
It’s Only Too Late When It’s Too Late By Steve Carr I’ll start playing when I get old,” has been my refrain for thirty-plus years when asked, “Do you golf?” I play tennis (and football with the kids
Amid Friends and Stranger By Steve Carr I attended my twenty- year high school reunion this past weekend. OK, maybe it was the thirtieth, or was it the fortieth? Somehow, I’ve misplaced a few decades in the middle.
For a Cleaner America By Steve Carr August is scout camp season in Idaho. When we were thirteen, we couldn’t think of a better place to enjoy the wonders of the outdoors, even if a campfire, burning sticks,
In the Adult Diaper Aisle By Steve Carr My friends and I had a real clubhouse growing up. Not just a summer haystack fort fantasy, it was a converted gardener’s cottage behind a large colonial on South Boulevard
And Burying the Sail-Cats By Steve Carr Around the time I began kindergarten my family moved just beyond the edge of Idaho Falls. Our new house was an island among red barns and potato fields. Long-tailed pheasants strutted
That Runway Prance By Steve Carr ‘Tis the season for Sunday evening award shows, although one has to look hard for “seasons” in the dead of an Idaho winter. Ostensibly, we watch to see if our favorite movies
After the Near Drowning By Steve Carr While following the news of the uncomfortably awkward and baffling wrangling going on in Washington as the new administration jockeys with Congress, I was reminded of an experience from my youth.
