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Buffalo Head Pickle
“What kind of idiot would do that?” One of my coworkers asked this as he huddled with two others at a laptop computer. They…
To Tattoo or Not To
By Randy Haglund “Have you ever thought of getting a tattoo?” The question came from a new colleague, one that hadn’t gotten the memo…
The Great Bike Ride to Camp Wooten 1972
By Randy Haglund After 135 miles of pedaling our bicycles up and down long, steep grades in extreme heat, our bikes came to a…
How I Became Lip
By Randy Haglund Did you ever go through something in your life that seemed bad, but turned out to be good? Fifty-six years ago…
The Eve of Destruction
By Randy Haglund The sirens began blaring their warning at noon. They came from every direction. The closest one came from the corner of…
Saturday Morning TV
It’s been a long time since I got excited about a television program.
May 18, 1980: The Day the World Went Dark
By Randy Haglund There are certain dates that you never forget because of a momentous event. November 23, 1963, July 20, 1969[i], September 11,…
The Sting
By Randy Haglund It seemed like an ordinary night on the streets of Spokane as I did my pizza deliveries. Little did I know…
Gary Brown and the Eternal Pee-Chee
By Randy Haglund Every now and then you meet someone that carves a memory in your life and affects you forever. Gary Brown was…
Wild Ride Down Grand Boulevard
Imagine being on an out-of-control streetcar hurtling down a steep incline straight toward a hospital building.
Pizza Face
Delivering Pizza can be exciting. But sometimes, the excitement was not what I'd bargained for.
AT THE CORNER OF WHO-KNOWS-WHAT & WHEREVER
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…
Ski-Jogging
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…
The Surprising Story of O Holy Night
How could such a beloved and inspiring song about the birth of our Savior find its way on to the naughty list?
Hitchin' a Ride
When I was in High School, Friday nights meant football at Joe A;bi Stadium.
The Day My Teacher Shot Me
"I'm going to have to shoot you." These ominous words from my eighth grade music teacher sent chills through me,
The REAL Cause of Winter
By Randy Haglund When we were in school our teachers tried to convince us that the changes in season were caused by something to…
When I'm 64
By Randy Haglund I first listened to the Beatles’ Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band Album when I was still ten years old. Listen…
A Subway Revelation
While I ate lunch at a Subway Restaurant today I witnessed an oddity. A twenty-something woman sat alone at a table across the aisle…
My Book: 85 Days
I’ve written a book. If you’ve been reading my stories you know that they are about life as I remember it. But for the…
Quadraphobia
"We have four Heartbeats." These words came to my wife, Lisa, at the ultrasound just over twenty years ago, and sent our lives into…
My Brief Softball Stardom
Local boy stuns sporting world in one moment playing church league softball.
One Small Step for Man
“Not so close to the television,” my mom said. “You’ll ruin your eyesight.”
Fright on the Monroe Street Bridge
I’ve never been a cop, but I felt like one that night as I radioed in.