Dogs and buns will be flying on the Fourth of July.
I didn’t plan on spending part of Thursday afternoon chasing a ferret around the Clarkston Apartment, but there I was caught in some kind of game with Otis.
Opening up the mailbox and finding a white jury notice postcard is a mood killer. I received mine during the summer and, since I coach baseball during that time, got it shifted to January and February.
Sitting in a comfy chair in the spacious living room of the Engvalls’ Rezanoff Street home, Bill Foster gazed in awe at the lady resting comfortable on a couch directly across from him.
With a wooden paddle in his right hand, Perry Paige smacked an orange whiffle ball that landed softly in a net and came to rest on the plastic flooring covering the Baranof Park Ice Rink.