WHEW. That was the sound of me exhaling.
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.
In the 2005 movie “The Ringer,” actor Johnny Knoxville pretends to be a Special Olympics athlete in hopes of rigging the games to solve his financial problems.
For years I’ve thought about joining the Special Olympic bowling team, but never did because practices were on Sundays, and that day was reserved for the Seahawks.