By Randy Haglund It seemed like an ordinary night on the streets of Spokane as I did my pizza deliveries. Little did I know the excitement that awaited. And excitement was no stranger to me during my Pizza Haven adventures.[i] But some things had changed since my previous scrape with would-be robbers. A few months […]
By Randy Haglund Every now and then you meet someone that carves a memory in your life and affects you forever. Gary Brown was like that. We met at Salk Junior High School and there was a connection, even though we had very different interests. He was one of those A/V nerds complete with the
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Imagine being on an out-of-control streetcar hurtling down a steep incline straight toward a hospital building.
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Delivering Pizza can be exciting. But sometimes, the excitement was not what I’d bargained for.
By Randy Haglund “Shut the door! Were ya’ born in a barn?” Many a mother has shouted those words, I’m told. My mother almost never yelled, (even though I deserved it), but I don’t recall her ever saying those words. It may be because she was self-conscious about her unusual birth-place. According to her birth
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By Randy Haglund Ski-jog (skee-jawg) verb ski-jogged, ski-jog·ging to hitch a ride by grabbing a vehicle’s rear bumper and sliding down snowy streets: I’ve never been a jogger, but I used to ski-jog to school. Growing up in Spokane, I thought everybody knew what ski-jogging was. But when I broached the
Sometimes, you just snap.
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