Our best foot forward
By Tim Henney
Reader Contributor
Several evenings ago my 1957 bride, our visiting and aging (58!) adult daughter, son-in-law and dog Tippy were driving home with cartons of Thai and …
By Tim Henney
Reader Contributor
Several evenings ago my 1957 bride, our visiting and aging (58!) adult daughter, son-in-law and dog Tippy were driving home with cartons of Thai and …
By Tim Henney
Reader Contributor
This plea is on behalf of the handful of doddering, post-dotage Sandpointians who, during our fair town’s annual Lost in the ‘50s, wander First Ave. …
By Tim Henney
Reader Contributor
Among the most cherished books in my personal library are those by author/artist/humorist James Thurber, one of the lynchpins of the early New Yorker magazine. …
By Tim Henney
Reader Contributor
This was originally intended as a two-part feature matching happy Sandpoint citizens with upbeat songs from aged vinyl records. However, after a mob of Reader…
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 …
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 …
By Tim Henney
Reader Contributor
The following is an unabridged journal of a conversation with my visiting kid brother, the late Christopher Clark Lewis, commuting on the Long Island Railroad …
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 …
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 …