Lowell Pool – Worth Saving
The old pool clearly had seen better days. Its cement was cracked, its paint faded. Dirt and leaves had collected in the bottom of the deep end, along with a purple Royal Crown whisky bag. A gray, gloomy afternoon completed the melancholy tableau. The occasion was an open house at Lowell Pool, … Continue reading Lowell Pool – Worth Saving →
After the Mardi Gras – Boise’s Gone From Five Ballrooms to None
The view from the stage would have gladdened the heart of any musician. A sold-out show, an enthusiastic crowd. Hundreds of people dancing, laughing, enjoying an experience that, sadly, will never happen again. Bob Woollis, who was visiting from Syracuse, N.Y., called the evening “a fitting end to an era for a storied … Continue reading After the Mardi Gras – Boise’s Gone From Five Ballrooms to None →
Duo to Perform at Sapphire Room, Tell Story of Life-Saving ‘Big Give’
Musicians are noted for their generosity. Examples abound of musicians both famous and little known giving gifts both large and small. Big names from Taylor Swift and Elton John to Rihanna and Willie Nelson have donated millions to charities. A former bandmate of mine spent thousands to have a custom made guitar built … Continue reading Duo to Perform at Sapphire Room, Tell Story of Life-Saving ‘Big Give’ →
Adventures of a One-armed Man
One of my favorite possessions for the last few weeks isn’t a material possession. It isn’t something worth a lot of money or a possession treasured for its sentimental value. It isn’t something you’d put your hands on, unless you’re a family member or a close personal friend. It’s my left … Continue reading Adventures of a One-armed Man →
The Day I Was Attacked by Elvis
Tim Woodward is recovering from surgery so today’s column is a Woodward Classic, originally published in The Idaho Statesman in 2007. His regular columns should resume in two weeks. One of the last things a happily married person expects to be involved in is a love triangle. It happened to me during a recent … Continue reading The Day I Was Attacked by Elvis →
Boise’s Oldest Store to Close
David Graves jokes that he’s “the mayor of Eighth Street.” “If there were such a thing, I’d be it,” he said. Graves has worked at the Alexander Davis men’s clothing store in downtown Boise for 38 years. He’s sold suits to senators, governors, mayors and billionaires. And to regular folks who … Continue reading Boise’s Oldest Store to Close →
When Journalists Were Colorful
Here’s to the late Miriam Barr, who died last month at 99, with almost half of her long life spent as a journalist. May she now be writing stories for the ages on a celestial typewriter reserved for her exclusive use. I met her when she was just a kid in her late forties, … Continue reading When Journalists Were Colorful →
The Real Book Typo Culprit
A woman I know stops reading a book if she finds a typo. It doesn’t matter how much of it she’s read. She could be several hundred pages into a book she’s crazy about and a single typo stops her cold. She’d have made it as far as page 46 in my latest … Continue reading The Real Book Typo Culprit →
Normalcy Revisited: No more Column Reruns
It’s been two years now since the World Health Organization declared a global health emergency that disrupted life as we knew it. It wasn’t long before one thing after another was being canceled or suspended. Including this column. The pandemic-related loss of advertising revenues led to my new columns being reduced from every … Continue reading Normalcy Revisited: No more Column Reruns →
Love Letter to Idaho
Tim Woodward’s new columns have been alternating with Woodward Classics during the pandemic. This one, slightly modified here, originally was published in The Idaho Statesman after the Mt. St. Helens volcanic eruption in 1980. A fair part of the state has choked on volcanic ash, and a scientist has predicted Idaho will fall into … Continue reading Love Letter to Idaho →
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