Being old is awful… or is it?
By Tim Henney Reader Contributor “One never knows, do one.” — Fats Waller Other than outliving dear family members and cherished longtime friends (and dogs) the worst thing about being old are medical maladies....
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Little things mean a lot
By Tim Henney Reader Staff Having suffered through a year of COVID-19 and four years of national anguish and global disgrace, “the little things,” as the old song goes (vocals by Kitty Kallen, circa...
When You’re Smiling: Part 1
By Tim Henney Reader Contriabutor It’s difficult to describe how powerful several bulging bookcases of vinyl, long-play records have been in shaping my life. A 1956 Cal-Berkeley co-ed has been central to this feeling...
Too Darn Hot: Looking back over 70 years of Broadway musicals
By Tim Henney Reader Contributor Living in and around NYC for much of our pre-dotage life, my 1957 bride and I saw and fell in love with Broadway musicals. In the late 1950s we clapped...
Leadership on Boyer and in Laclede
By Tim Henney Reader Contributor Lois Miller, a vibrant 89, never reminded me of Winston Churchill until a couple of weekends ago when I saw her in influential action with fellow Cottage volunteers on...
That Earlier Era of National Dread
By Tim Henney Reader Contributor Editor’s Note: This is the second in a two-part series by one of our favorite writers, Tim Henney. The early part of 1942, as noted, was a terrifying time...
That earlier era of national dread
By Tim Henney Reader Contributor The reason journalism giants Ben and Cameron like me to write for the Reader is because I’m old. They invite me to remember things. I can recall pre-nursery school...
Days of Auld Lang Syne
By Tim Henney Reader Contributor After Scottish bard Robert Burns, borrowing words and sentiments from others before him, wrote “Auld Lang Syne” in 1788 it became, after “Happy Birthday,” the most sung song in...
Sandpoint’s secret sister: Moab, Utah
By Tim Henney Reader Contributor Not every Reader reader knows that Nelson, B.C., is Sandpoint’s sister city. Or that Yalta, Crimea, where FDR, Churchill and Stalin divided up the post-war world in 1945, is...
Pine Cone Memories
By Tim Henney Reader Contributor I revere pine cones. Our Selle Valley property has almost as many pine cones as ant hills have ants. I prefer dead tree limbs to charcoal when grilling salmon,...
