The consistent excellence of Gonzaga is one of the most remarkable and under appreciated stories in the history of American sports.
30-3 and another WCC championship.
Just incredible.
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Just soak it in!
Thanks to my friend Jeff Bock for capturing most of these shots at last night's awards ceremony in Las Vegas' Orleans Arena after the Gonzaga Bulldogs earned the West Coast Conference Championship.
This was the second win of the day for Gonzaga's basketball teams.
Lisa Fortier's women's team also earned the West Coast Conference Championship during an amazing game earlier in the day.
We diehard fans are ever-grateful to have this wonderful small university in our area.
Gonzaga, located just 85 miles away in Spokane, has a long history of achieving success and respect across the board.
And, yes, its basketball teams have led the way for decades in providing worldwide recognition for a school that does its utmost to do things right.
Congratulations to the university, the coaching staff and the players for this amazing achievement.
We are grateful for the wintertime entertainment, the joy, the fine examples and the sense of pride which is constantly reinforced in the overall Gonzaga mission.
THAT’S NO MOON: from the New York Times Morning Newsletter.
A California start-up has a plan to light up the night with 50,000 big mirrors orbiting the Earth.
The mirrors would bounce sunlight to the dark side
of the planet to do things like power solar farms and illuminate city
streets.
It
may seem like an idea out of a sci-fi movie, but the first prototype
satellite, about the size of a dorm fridge, could launch this summer.
That test satellite would unfurl a square mirror nearly 60 feet wide,
which would illuminate a circular patch about three miles wide on the
Earth’s surface.
Someone looking up would see a dot in the sky about as
bright as a full moon.
The
project has plenty of opponents: A neurobiologist worries that it could
disrupt circadian rhythms, and some astronomers are concerned about
light pollution.
As always, it was a lively and uplifting gathering yesterday at DiLuna's for Sandpoint High Class of 1965 classmates.
Since the guys were off someplace else, we gals managed to keep the conversation going.
We even called our classmate Dora who is rebounding from hip surgery.
Next lunch date for any and all classmates is set for DiLuna's Restaurant, Monday, April 13 at 11:30 a.m.
from Bonner County History Notes
ART WINNERS ANNOUNCED -- 50 Years Ago
The Sandpoint Civic Club has released
names of the winners in the Idaho Federated Women’s Clubs recent art
contest. Division winners, whose art will be entered in the district
contest at Moscow March 31, include: Division 1 (Grades 1-3) First -
Tawna Tarpley, Southside School, “Tarpley Ranch;” second - Koni Watts,
Washington, “The Curious Ant;” third - Janet Holm, Farmin, “Irish
Leprechaun;” honorable mention - Tom Hindberg, Washington, “It’s
Snowing.” Division II (4-6) First - Lynn Schlicht, Clark Fork, “Bald
Eagle;” second - Jimmy Tibbs, Farmin, “Abandoned;” third - Kim Chronic,
Southside, “Evening Sunset;” honorable mention – Romey Bogardus,
Southside, “After the Storm.” Division III (7-9) First - Mark Murray,
Stidwell Jr. High, “Pheasants in Freestyle;” second - Karen Laird,
Stidwell, “Jaguar;” third - Ron Anderson, Sandpoint Jr. High, “Rocky
Mountain;” honorable mention - Sherri Webb, Sandpoint Jr. High, “Evening
Sunset.”
Of course, I noticed "Jimmy Tibbs." He's my youngest brother, and it looks like his talent was evident from childhood.
He's now an architect in Oregon, and he's used his artistic skills to fulfill a successful career.
You can see some of his work and read more about Jimmy, who's long been Jim by clicking on the following link.
By the way, Jim's artistic endeavors, namely his cartooning, inspired my starting this blog 21-plus years ago.
It's March 10.
We didn't have a blizzard, but we had some snow this morning.
BLIZZARD CLOSES ROADS, SCHOOLS -- 75 years ago
A snowfall Saturday turned
highways slick and dangerous. On Sunday, winds of blizzard proportions
moved in and by early evening, many roads were blocked by fast-forming
drifts.
Sunday night the air was so full of snow that it was difficult
for automobiles to see where they were going. Schools were closed
Monday, and as the storm continued unabated, were closed Tuesday and
Wednesday as well.
Nearly every east-west road outside of main highways
was closed, many of them until Wednesday as county plows battled drifts,
some as deep as 10 feet, Commissioner Glenn Reed said.
“We were just
congratulating ourselves on getting through the winter with a minimum of
snow removal expense,” said Reed, “until this storm hit. Since Sunday
nearly all equipment has been working around the clock to get roads back
open.
For a time Tuesday we quit in some areas as the roads were
drifting full as fast as we plowed them out, sometimes worse.”
Merle
Samson of the experiment station reported 14 plus inches fell here since
Saturday. Minimum temperature for the storm period was 6 above zero on
Monday.
That means it's a BIG day for Gonzaga fans.
Yesterday, I mistakenly said the women were playing Oregon State.
Turns out, instead, that they defeated Santa Clara, and tonight they'll play Oregon State for the WCC Women's Tournament Championship.
The ZAGS men defeated Oregon State so they'll play Santa Clara for the WCC Tournament Championship tonight.
The women tip off at 1 p.m. PDT and their game is being streamed on ESPN+. Note: the Spokesman says this game will be televised on ESPN2. Hope that's true.
Meanwhile, the men tip-off at 6 p.m. PDT. Their game will be broadcast on ESPN.
I feel fortunate to have a Gonzaga correspondent who occasionally sends me photos from games.
One of my former students, Jeff Bock, was at the tournament last night, decked out in full swag and occasionally snapping shots of the general atmosphere.
You'll notice in one of the shots that his dad Ed is there too.
Thanks, Jeff, for sharing.
GO, ZAGS!!!!
Let's make a great memory from this final trip to the WCC Tournament with a double championship.
And, then, MARCH ON through the Madness!
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Since we're on a St. Patrick's Day Countdown, it seems appropriate to feature an Irish tune each day for the next week.
This is one of my favorites.
We have driven past the Fields of Athenry numerous times, and last November Willie, Debbie, Bill and I attended a CAAMP concert at National Stadium in Dublin where this rendition of the Irish classic was recorded.
A side note from that experience: when I heard that the concert was in the National Stadium, I dressed accordingly to what I thought of as a stadium---several layers and a good pair of gloves.
Turns out the stadium is an indoor facility which seats about 2,500, so I had no problem staying warm. And, I think I was probably the oldest person at the concert.
It's a crisp, cool and dry morning out there, perfect for yard work.
Today my focus will be directed toward picking up pine cones that have fallen over the winter from a couple of large trees in the yard.
As a result of my spring painting binge, I now have a bright yellow flying pig in the deck garden.
Several pots have also received a new coat of paint, as has the metal milk jug and the high chair---both purchased from antique stores.
The big painting job for spring involves a few hundred feet of board fence. It's getting pretty weathered, but with a new coat of white paint, the place should look pretty spiffy.
We have to have warmer temperatures for fence painting so that time-consuming job will come later.
Meanwhile, Bill, with his Gonzaga bonnet has been cleaning up a big brush pile south of the house.
Several years of lawn debris and limbs have been thrown on that pile, and it has spread so much that Bill decided it was time for burning.
The only problem: a well-shaped and pretty spruce tree right in the middle of the pile.
So, for the past several days, a little at a time, Bill has been pulling out and stacking parts of the pile into little side piles and then burning them.
It will take a while for that project, and when it's done, I'll plant grass around the tree and add a little plot to my mowing program.
Future debris deposits from the yard will go further into the woods.
Anywho, we're excited to see Gonzaga playing again tonight.
The ZAGS will take on Oregon State, and the game will have some regional nostalgic touches.
After learning that Oregon State would be letting him go, Wayne Tinkle and his team upset the San Francisco Dons last night.
Tinkle comes from Spokane where he graduated from Ferris High School, and his daughter Elle played for the ZAGS women.
BTW: the ZAGS women also play Oregon State today in the tournament. Tip-off is at noon, and the game is available on ESPN+
With all those connections, I'm sure there will be an extra layer of emotions felt at tonight's game.
Of course, we ZAGS fans are hoping Oregon State won't be TOO fired up.
Tip-off is at 6 p.m. PDT, and the game will be telecast on ESPN.
GO, ZAGS!!!
Speaking of classmates, these two are at the West Coast Tournament.
Rick and Janet Eakin Anthony don't miss much Gonzaga action.
Also, Terry (who fixed our ceiling damage) and his wife Edna are there.
Edna reported to me this morning that she has seen a lot of Sandpoint locals at the tournament.
When I went to my sisters' arena yesterday to talk with Monty Collison about taking CB to his Stateline barn for training, our family friend Sarah was there on her young horse Opal.
Opal, a 4-year-old, is an Arabian and Appaloosa cross.
She's a cute little mare, and Sarah is enjoying her.
Little daffodil nubbins are becoming more prominent with each new day.
This clump is reaching out of the ground at my sisters' farm.
I coaxed him off the couch, and he just stood there shaking his body.
Then, I tried to encourage him toward the door to go outside and do his duty.
He balked and soon turned around, walked over to his bed, crawled in and curled up.
Foster knew it was much too early to go outside into the cold darkness.
I knew that too, but time in the day's schedule will not stand still, even if it's a different time from the day before.
This annual happening of one hour less sleep as we spring forward does not come easily, but once we get rolling, we'll move along as usual.
In deference to Foster, I picked him up from his bed and carried him through the door to the garage.
He eventually came awake, and we went on our morning potty walk to the hay field and back.
I promised him that once we returned to the house, he could go back to bed.
And, who knows, maybe when I finish my blog post, I can grab a few more minutes of sleep.
Welcome to Daylight Savings Time. I don't get too excited about it at first because there will once again be several mornings when Bridie and I go out for the second time, I'll have to carry a flashlight.
There is one exciting phenomenon, however. Since I carry a flashlight, and it's generally pointed toward the ground in front of me, I get to see the earth moving via worms that catch the light and immediately slither underground.
Seeing the worms crawl in is fun, but I still prefer walking in the daylight. That will come again in a week or so.
Bill will like that time change because his dog duty is in the evening where, starting today, there will be more light, allowing him to skip one of his flashlight runs.
We marveled at some magnificent and beautiful skies as the sun set last night.
Yesterday I took my garbage bag and my poop pick and walked along both sides of the roadway that goes past our property.
It was quite a collection by the time I had finished retrieving cans and other debris from the ditches on our country road, which ironically is often called the back road to the dump.
Most prominent of the garbage gremlins: the Natural Light drinkers. I noticed they like to throw their cans more on the left (our) side of the road.
I used to do this very activity as a child, and my gathering with a garbage bag extended far beyond where we lived on North Boyer Road.
That's because pop bottles taken o the recyclers could net up to five cents a bottle while beer bottles (more prevalent than cans back then) were worth a penny.
A few times each year my parents would drive me and my bags of bottles, which I had kept in the wood shed, to the recycling center near the depot.
I'd hand over the bags, and whoever was working there would hand me some cash. It might be just a few dollars, but it was big money for a kid in those days.
I did this collecting so often that when my dad would see a beer bottle, he would say, "There's a Marianne."
I have noticed this year---and maybe it's because we don't have much snow---that garbage along our highways and roads is worse than ever.
It may be just another development in our new world disorder, but it would be nice if more emphasis was placed on cleaning up after ourselves----from toddler time to old adulthood.
We're all living on this Earth together, and it would be nice if the general population could learn to respect our environment.
I've also thought that it might be a good idea to tack on a tax to beverages and hand over a penny or two for every can that doesn't get thrown along the roadways OR that gets picked up and taken to a recycler.
It worked way back when. No reason why it can't now.
The Earth was cleaner and some little country kids' pockets were full.
International Women's Day
A striking observance about great women of history in this morning's New York Times newsletter:
That
pattern appeared throughout the archives.
Achievements minimized.
Talents framed as curiosities.
Women memorialized first for how they
looked, or whom they married, before their own accomplishments.
And yet, the vibrant lives of these women shone through.
I salute all the women of the world who do their best at whatever their mission, their goals or the example they hope to set through their individual efforts.
We're all in this together, just as are our male counterparts.
If the two groups simply respect and support each other universally, what a great world this would be.
