They Never Saw It Coming By John M. Larsen One day in 1969, I was driving down State Street in Boise, heading for my home on O’Farrell Street, when an emergency vehicle sounded a warning as it came
Edited by Jodi Eichelberger Photos by Christina Birkinbine What is your story going to be? This question launches every Story Story Night, an Idaho event now entering its fifteen season of sharing true stories live. As producing artistic
In the Summer of 1958 By Al Kozak When my friend Mert Lawwill and I finished our junior years at Boise High School in 1958, we dreamed about the fun we’d have that summer. For Mert, fun was
A Chilly Choice By Lauren Melink Photos by Benjamin Weaver I’ve never liked the cold. I have poor circulation in my hands and feet. In the winter, my shoulders always hurt from being clenched against freezing temperatures. One
Move Slowly, Observe Closely Stories and Photos by Austin Reich Welcome back, friend,” I whisper. There’s no reason to think the great blue heron in front of me is the same one from last year, but I know
A Legacy Ignites By James Walker Photos Courtesy of Dr. Peck Legacy, Inc. I recognized the name on the call and quickly answered my cell phone. A long pause followed, and then I heard a raspy, tired-sounding voice
Memories of World War II By Juanita Bray This story and “A Tyke in Wartime,” by John M. Larsen, also in this issue, are reminiscences of Idaho during World War II when these two authors, who married in
Fatal Encounters in 1869 By Mark Iverson and Jeff Wade Editor’s note: Boiseans Mark Iverson and Jeff Wade have dredged up some of the most rotten crimes and criminals in the city’s history for their new book, Murder
Up to Table Rock Story and Photos by Tom Lopez Darn, it’s cold,” I blurt but my wife Laurie ignores this statement of the obvious. She’s breaking trail a couple of yards ahead of me up the snow-covered
After a Torturous Wait By Dean Worbois The grownups had no sense at all come Christmas Eve. Or was it they just loved to torture little kids? The torture didn’t begin until after a huge dinner was held
