Man’s best friend. It's a phrase coined to describe the loyalty, love, and companionship of a dog. Nurturing this unconditional love is a staple in Seattle, with so many different breeds and temperaments to strike your fancy. And, for the lucky, you coul

It was once described as one of Seattle’s oldest, diviest bars, famous for its loud stage pungent bathroom and ceiling of nicotine-stained dollar bills. For over 50-years, The Comet Tavern was a second home for Seattle musicians, the red neon sign over t

It was the 80's, 1983 to be exact a time, a time infamous for both excess and innocence in America. A time when kids were riding their bikes in packs until the streetlamps came on. Moms were in the workforce like never before. A time when a lunch for mos

True Crime can teach us so much about human nature, including how some people use gifting as a weapon. (Just listen to our recent episode, The Gold Digger.) In this Deepish Thoughts, Carolyn Ossorio and Kim Shepard talk about what gifting means to them an

Sitting under an old oak tree on a breezy spring day, in an out of the way corner of a park in Brownsville, Texas, he strums away on a guitar that looks nearly as old as he is. With a gaunt face, scruffy, grey beard and a cigarette hanging loosely on his

Bremerton is a Navy town. The base and Naval Shipyard have made a home there on the Kitsap Peninsula. In East Bremerton, there’s a tidy duplex, tucked at the end of a cul de sac on Magnolia Boulevard, the kind of block where you're friendly with your nei

The cast of characters read like an old version of Clue and the mystery of Who Done It? was just as intriguing. Not just one, but six people murdered in a waterfront cottage on the tip of Erland’s Point in the spring of 1934.  The wealthy community was j

The roar of the crowd was like music to Randall Woodfield’s ears. Those Friday Night Lights fueled his ego as he caught the football mid air. And then, his magnus opus. He pumped his legs toward the promise land: Portland State University’s end zone. It

Like a lucky horseshoe, The Dalles runs along a bend on the south side of the Columbia River.  In the 80’s the sleepy little town had just a few thousand people, but was still the largest community in rural Wasco County.

Out in the field the big, heavy duty machinery revs up. A lone farmer sits inside the cockpit of this gigantic tractor. A puff of smoke trails out of the little exhaust pipe as the earth begins to churn beneath the steel blades.