A sound made by your dog.
A closely held secret?
If you didn't live there, you didn't know.
An old tribe of generous, welcoming Puget Sounders.
Many Itinerants in the day. With major casino soon in play.
A river on the banks of which my grandparents lived.
On whose stabilized-banks a btirf, anonymous graffiti-carrier.
A city where one son was born.
Currently, we aren't speaking.
Probably not Puyallup's fault.
A neighborhood sports rival. As I recall.
Senior year, our team beat Puyallup in football.
(Sub rosa Pep Cheer:
Rah, Rah, Ree; Kick'em in the Knee!
Rah, Rah, Ruke: Want'a Puke "Puyallup")
Go Spartans!