Happy Birthday, Ruth!

It’s hard to sum up 100 years of life, love, work, faith and service in just a simple story here, but I hope I’ve been able to capture and preserve a little bit of the life of a woman who has spent the last century preserving so much of her own history.

My latest venture in the reporting world was spent celebrating an amazing woman turning 100-years-old in Spokane Valley. Here is the story:

 

National Dish Soap Shortage? Not So Fast…

There’s been some speculation that the country is in the midst of a dish soap shortage. That’s technically true, but you probably won’t even notice. Here’s why.

Google Maps Update Could Save You A Speeding Ticket

Been turning a couple of stories here and there. This is the latest one and I’m posting to show it off, but mostly as a way to archive it.

Google Maps released an update that will allow drivers to report police activity, such as speed traps. It’s nothing new, but how traveling has changed over the years, right?

Blue Ash Aphids Make Their Annual Return to Spokane To Look For Love

Much like smoke in the summertime or potholes in the… all the time, October is blue ash aphid season in Spokane.

I believe that means we are legally obligated to do a story on them and this year, I drew the aphid straw.

I was tasked with finding out what we can do about them and how long they will be around. The short answers: Nothing and a couple of weeks. But that would’ve only been like a 15-second story, so I stretched it out.

Enjoy!

Concerts: To Sit or To Stand? That Is The Question

For as long as I can remember, concert-going in Spokane has been an odd affair. There’s a constant battle between those who want to sit and those who want to stand and I’m always caught in the middle of it somehow. Check out the video above for my take on this, or if you like reading words, keep going.

I had the amazing opportunity on Sunday night to see one of my heroes live in concert for the first time: Mr. Robert Plant of Led Zeppelin. He played in Spokane and it was spectacular.

When I was a young kid and impressionable I was listening to what my friends listened to which meant I had a heavy rotation of TLC’s Crazy Sexy Cool, Creed and Ace of Base. My only saving grace and something I can proudly look back on was that I loved Aerosmith. This was in their new-found sobriety days, which we can all agree doesn’t compare to their early stuff. But Get a Grip led to Toys in the Attic and I’m ok with that.

But here I was living in the golden age of Pearl Jam, Soundgarden, Guns n Roses, and ultimately what became my all-time favorite band – The Black Crowes – and I’m wasting my eardrums on the revival of ska and Mambo #5?

But then my dad, I can only assume out of frustration of having to hear Ini Kamoze’s “Here Comes the Hotstepper” for the billionth time, gave me a cassette of Led Zeppelin II and it literally changed my life and set me on the path of musical righteousness that I still walk to this day.

LED ZEPPELIN II

I taught myself to sing by trying to imitate Robert Plant! Which goes to show you can’t imitate perfection. The guy is a legend. A personal hero and for some reason, I’d never seen him live in concert.

But being a dad of three, money is extremely tight, so it would seem that I would have to miss Robert once again, which at 71 years old, is dangerous.

But when you’re a dad, you gotta either buy your kids diapers or go see Robert Plant. While I could and would deal with the consequences of maybe just letting the kids run free for a day or two to offset the costs, my wife… well she doesn’t exactly have as deep of appreciation for Robert as I have.

CONCERT CROWD CORY

But then… a miracle! My friend Wayne, the drummer in the band I play in said he had an extra ticket and for the price of a drink or two it was mine!

Now I won’t get too much into the show itself, because it was Robert Plant! The guy was amazing! His voice is still perfection. He did Zeppelin, he did solo stuff, he did some Irish tune that sounded like the band on the sinking Titanic if the Titanic was a space ship. He said “Baby” a lot. You really don’t realize how much Robert says the word “Baby” – be it “Babe, I’m gonna leave you” or “Has anybody seen my baby?” (I spent a good three minutes straight up laughing after Robert kept asking the crowd if they had seen his baby and then pointing in different directions “Is my baby over there?… Did my baby go over there?” The repetitive question and conviction that he repeatedly ask it conjured up images that this man was looking for his actual baby and it made me laugh. A lot.).

But I loved every waking moment of the show, with the exception of one thing, and this is typical of Spokane: The crowd.

Now don’t get me wrong, I love Spokane I’ve lived in Spokane my entire life, but when it comes to concerts, we’re kinda lame. There’s always a battle within the crowd of “Do we sit? Or do we stand?” And more often than not, this is a battle that always takes place right next to me. I’m not sure why, but I’m a magnet for this drama.

I’ve drawn a diagram to illustrate my point.

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I’m represented by the red x. I’m sitting down because that’s what everyone else is doing. I’d sure love to be standing up shaking it, but all of the blue circles represent people sitting down, with the exception of the big blue x in the row in front of me to my left. That woman is standing up. She’s having fun. She’s dancing. She’s doing what you’re supposed to do at a rock n roll show.

The squares next to me represent the two people who are sitting behind this woman and don’t appreciate her obstructing their view of Robert. They are yelling at her to sit down. She’s not budging, putting her husband or boyfriend or “What did I just get myself into first date” in an uncomfortable spot, but he remains seated while she gets the brunt of the squares next to me.

I’m all for the lady standing up and dancing. That’s what you should do when you’re watching one of the greatest singers to ever walk the planet.

“You’re not watching a movie!” is what Chris Robinson of The Black Crowes told the Spokane crowd when they came to town and played The Fox Theater in 2001. People got up after that.

I was sitting during Robert Plant because I didn’t feel like having people yelling at me, and in true Spokane fashion, the majority of the crowd made it clear that they would like to remain seated for this awesome show.

Perhaps the median age had something to do with it? The older crowd doesn’t want to stand. But I beg you to think: What would you have done if you were watching Led Zeppelin in the 70s and someone told you to sit down, huh?

How quickly rebellious youth gives way to “my feet hurt. I wanna sit down.” Cory from 10 years ago wouldn’t understand the plight of the feet aching crowd, but these days, while I don’t agree with it, I’m understanding it more.

But back to the chart:

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You might be wondering why the Minnesota Vikings logo is on there. That’s because there was another guy standing up from the very beginning, but he looked like he could play offensive line for the Minnesota Vikings and no one was telling him to sit down.

Eventually, as the evening went on, and more and more familiar tunes were played (and drinks were consumed), a lot of people did stand up and began to have a good time, as indicated by the multitude of blue x’s.

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My long-winded point to all of this is: How can Spokane get over their “Should we sit or  Should we stand” at a concert dilemma?

Is this just a Spokane thing? I’ve been to many shows outside of Spokane and haven’t noticed this going on.
Does it depend on the venue? If there are chairs should you sit? Or is it as simple as you paid for the seat, you should be able to stand if you’d like?

I’ve seen so many fights break out at concerts because someone rocking out is blocking the view of someone who would rather sit back and watch.

What is the solution?

To sit or to stand? That is the question.

‘Corn Dog Down!’ -The Life Of A Dad

A trip to the Spokane County Interstate Fair ended in tragedy for me recently when I entrusted the safety of my precious corn dog in the hands of my 2-year-old son.

What happened was 100% my fault, but quickly reminded me of my place in the pecking order of my family. However, it totally felt worth it to reenact the events of that day.

Take a look: