And Burying the Sail-Cats By Steve Carr Around the time I began kindergarten my family moved just beyond the edge of Idaho Falls. Our new house was an island among red barns and potato fields. Long-tailed pheasants strutted
That Runway Prance By Steve Carr ‘Tis the season for Sunday evening award shows, although one has to look hard for “seasons” in the dead of an Idaho winter. Ostensibly, we watch to see if our favorite movies
After the Near Drowning By Steve Carr While following the news of the uncomfortably awkward and baffling wrangling going on in Washington as the new administration jockeys with Congress, I was reminded of an experience from my youth.
A Calendrical Query By Steve Carr Imagine my emotions when I look at my December calendar and realize this will be my last column ever. It’s been a sustained middling effort. I’ve learned a lot, offended some and
On the Long Ride Home By Steve Carr This is the time of the year when many of us consider all for which we’re grateful. There is of course the usual list, including shelter, food, work, health (which
Halloweens of Yore By Steve Carr Halloween, a generation ago—okay, two generations ago—was more about a license for mischief than it was plastic masks and bite-sized candy bars. Somehow (and everyone understood this), pranks that would be criminal
Straight from the Chiller Channel By Steve Carr I’m a bit of a Renaissance man. I forsook fishing to spend a delightful Idaho September weekend visiting a haunted hotel museum in Soda Springs and then viewing and contemplating
Or Nothing at All? By Steve Carr A wise friend told me my columns remind him of the Seinfeld show. “Very similar,” he said, and my head swooned during his perfect pause. “It’s true, just like the Seinfeld
Or Possibly Not By Steve Carr My wife and I went out for dinner last night. An eager young waiter greeted us, took our drink order, and returned promptly to see what tempted us from the menu. As
Swinging Wide on the Boulevard By Steve Carr The street, which we called Boulevard, was home to our gang. Our territory stretched for a mile or so, north and south. It was home to the Fourth of July
