(Note to readers: In the rapidly changing newspaper business, online page views are critical. They can mean the difference between stories and columns being published or discontinued. In hopes of avoiding the latter, I’m asking those of you who are tech savvy to go to idahostatesman.com every other Sunday, click on my columns and share the links to them on your Facebook pages. It might help me avoid going the way of the dinosaurs. Thanks. — Tim) Sixteen years ago, someone left a baton on the floor of a multi-purpose room at an elementary school in Anaheim, Calif. A little girl saw it, picked it up and asked her mother if she could play with it. Her life was never the same again.…
Tim Woodward is a longtime Idaho Statesman columnist. He retired in 2011 and now writes a column every other Sunday for The Statesman's Life section and columns are posted here the following Mondays. Additional blog posts will be made when timely.
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The Statesman held my column that should have run yesterday because the subject has a strong visual component and we didn’t have video in time. It will be in the Statesman next Sunday and I’ll post it here the following day. Hint: This of you who attend home Boise State football games should love it. — Tim
Could N. Korea’s dictator be the most deranged world leader since Adolph Hitler? Not necessarily. Josef Stalin comes to mind. Idi Amin, Pol Pot … But with his unstable personality and expanding nuclear capacity, Kim Jong Un has the potential to inflict more destruction than any of them. Outside of his hermit kingdom, the world is pretty much in agreement that this is a seriously crazy bad guy. He reminds me of a kid playing with fireworks. While the rest of the world earnestly ponders terrorist attacks, climate change and other problems that threaten our stability and way of life, he’s jumping up and down saying, “Hey, look at me! I just shot off another one!” And the rest of the world worries about…
Idahoans owe a lot to the Little Free Libraries that have sprung up in neighborhoods throughout the state. The one in my neighborhood has introduced me to books I never would have discovered without it – and reunited me with a pivotal figure from my past. The libraries hold roughly 30 books. You can go to public libraries with acres of books and come home empty-handed, but with just a few you’re less selective. You choose books you wouldn’t at a big library and more often than not are pleasantly surprised. Some of my favorite books of recent years have come from my neighborhood’s mini library. A recent pick was “The Osage Rose,” by a University of Arizona professor named Tom Holm. The most…
Summer, as always, has passed in a flash. We’re now at that time of year when family vacations have ended and frazzled parents are catching their breath. I know just how they feel. It had been a long time since my family had taken a vacation with a dog and a small child in the car. This summer rekindled memories of those days. Nothing like 600 miles with a toddler and a puppy in the back seat to bring back memories of relaxing, restorative family road trips. The logistics of this year’s jaunt to the family cabin in Washington state were a bit out of the ordinary. One difference was that instead of making the drive with us as usual, my wife joined us…
One act of kindness. Sometimes that’s all it takes. Just ask the drive-through miracle woman. That would be Valerie LaChapelle, a subject of this column in March. LaChapelle works the morning shift at the McDonald’s drive-through window at 1185 S. Vista Avenue. Her “drive-through miracle,” as she calls it, was an anonymous donation from a customer to pay for dental work she needed. She estimates the cost at $10,000. The March column The March column attracted a lot of attention and activity on social media. It wasn’t long before customers at the drive-thru began sharing their own miracle stories with her. “One woman told me she had four kids and was walking everywhere she needed to go with the kids because she didn’t have a…
Art Jackson finally got the respect he deserved. He had to die for it to happen. A World War II Medal of Honor recipient, Jackson was honored with tributes at the White House and a ticker tape parade in New York City, but made a mistake that haunted him for the rest of his life. He was dismissed from the Marine Corps for it – by President John F. Kennedy – without a chance to tell his side of the story. He died last month at 92, seemingly forgotten by the country he served. Until his memorial service. Several hundred people, representing the military, veterans’ groups and police and fire departments among others, turned out to pay their respects at the Idaho Veterans…
One of the things I was known for writing about early in my time as a columnist was Maintenance Manor, a scene of ongoing misadventures in home improvement. Maintenance Manor was a 90-year-old house that the Woodwards, displaying poor judgment of colossal proportions, purchased in hopes of turning into a North End dream home. Nearly everything about the place was a nightmare. It had one bathroom, accessible only from the back porch. The front porch was sagging. The roof, the plumbing, the wiring, nearly everything needed to be replaced. It had an oil furnace dating to Herbert Hoover, zero insulation and zero charm. In our defense, I can only say that we took the real estate agent’s “location, location, location” advice too seriously. The…
I’m writing this one day before increased flood insurance on my house became effective… And one day after reports that the flood threat had all but passed. The Woodward timing. It turned out that we didn’t need the increased flood insurance – and didn’t need to do any of the other things we did to prepare for the flood. We could have left the coverage at its former level, or, for that matter, had no flood insurance at all. We could have left all the furniture where it was instead of moving it to a storage unit. We could have done absolutely nothing and been just fine. That’s okay, though. The flood that didn’t happen wasn’t without an up side. Flooding did happen in…
The line begins to form the minute the word gets out. “The burritos are here!” “Hey, everybody! The burritos are here!” They line up with their backpacks, grocery bags and sleeping bags. Some have children; some are in wheelchairs. On the busiest days, the line stretches to the back door and beyond. For some, it’s the first good meal in a long time. At the front of the line is a table with coolers of steaming breakfast burritos, jars of salsa, jugs of orange juice. Richard Jackson and his wife, Sharman, smile as they serve it up. The scene plays out Saturday mornings at Corpus Christi House, a day shelter for the homeless at 525 S. Americana Boulevard. Cooper Court, the tent city that…