Make Way For Ducklings, The Spokane Way

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  1. debraMay 19, 2009 at 7:05 PM

    This is a wonderful story and a testament to the kindness that is part of all of us. Thanks for posting it---and for sharing the smiles.

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  2. RudeeMay 20, 2009 at 6:43 AM

    I loved that story when I saw it last night. Talk about team work!

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  3. Batteson.IndMay 20, 2009 at 8:16 AM

    lol!... (excuse me while I stifle puking..).. only joking!... I love people! Who'd have thought, a ducking banker!!... not a ... never mind... Nice story!

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  4. UnknownMay 20, 2009 at 8:45 AM

    The Pied Piper of Spokane! Thank goodness this man was there and aware that mama duck needed help... and all the way to the lake!

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  5. Deanna Bland Hiott PhD, MSN, RNMay 20, 2009 at 11:16 AM

    I totally love that...made my day! :)

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  6. DarciMay 20, 2009 at 9:28 PM

    Thanks for posting!

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  7. robertMay 21, 2009 at 3:19 AM

    This entry definetely returned smile on my face, breath in lungs and happiness to be alive, as the 'good' is still alive.
    Thank you very much for sharing this.

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  8. Erin DavisMay 21, 2009 at 9:25 PM

    I'm so glad you posted this lovely story from my adopted hometown! This reflects one of the reasons I love living in Spokane---wonderful, kind people.
    I hope it's OK if I link to your link on my blog...

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