From cover to cover
By Ben Olson Reader Staff You can’t judge a book by its cover, but you can certainly judge a good bookstore by its owner. Since 1997, Sandpoint has been fortunate to have Jim Orbaugh’s...
Tagged: personal history
‘Hey, Rube’
By Zach Hagadone Reader Staff When I was a cub reporter at the Associated Press, stationed in the bowels of the pre-renovation Idaho Capitol, circa 2003, we had a CRT TV bolted to a...
‘The lessons that wilderness can teach us’
By Ben Olson Reader Staff Phil Hough can pinpoint exactly when he fell in love with the wilderness. He remembers paddling down the Allagash River in a canoe in the heart of the north...
A few thoughts… On learning to ski
By Sandy Compton Reader Staff Winter has finally arrived, though the frosting on my small forest looks more like December than January. Thankfully, the frosting is much thicker on our mountains. I’ve not had...
Jimmy Carter and Cecil Andrus exemplified public service
By Helen Newton Reader Contributor It was in October 1976, before he was elected, that I met Jimmy Carter. Well, to be fair, I didn’t actually “meet” him; but, in a way I was...
Emily Articulated: TEOTWAWKI
By Emily Erickson Reader Columnist If you’re reading this, the world is still spinning, and we’ve survived to swap our old calendars for new ones. This sentiment — the quiet marvel of continuation —...
Notes on a vicennial deadline
By Zach Hagadone Reader Staff This week marks 20 years since the first edition of the Sandpoint Reader hit the streets on Dec. 23, 2004. That feels like a trick of the calendar —...
Trampled by the mob
By Soncirey Mitchell Reader Staff When I force myself to reflect on the recent election — and American politics in general — I’m reminded of a stressful day I once spent in a German...
The Sandpoint Eater: The list
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist I can’t stop with the shopping. My larder overflows with Thanksgiving dinner ingredients and Christmas baking supplies. I’m so grateful to have money to buy good food and a...
The Sandpoint Eater: Christmas is coming
By Marcia Pilgeram Reader Columnist I can’t remember the last time I hosted Christmas, but it was likely 12 or 13 years ago. Once the grandbabies were old enough to know of Santa’s existence,...
