Nothing like a beer
“Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy.” – Benjamin Franklin Tuesday, April 7, will be National Beer Day. And once again I will celebrate by not having a beer. That’s because during the season… Continue Reading
Quick, hide your dogs
I’m a word guy. A sentence guy. A writer. So, I pay attention to such things. It’s who I am. Therefore, when things go awry, I cannot help but notice. Such as a TV commercial that’s been running for some… Continue Reading
No bread and milk for us
It’s a running joke in this neck of the woods. The minute we hear a weather report of an impending snow storm, we all dash to the supermarket for bread, milk and eggs. “What does everyone do when it snows,… Continue Reading
Love is silly, as it should be
Love is silly. If you don’t believe me, you haven’t been shopping for valentines. It’s difficult not to feel silly when buying a card with a cute little bunny, or puppy, or kitty cat expressing your “wuv” for your sweetheart.… Continue Reading
The kind heart of Joe Brennan
Jean Brennan’s daughters, Beth and Bonnie, already know what I am going to bring up when I stop at the Snowdon Funeral Home in Shavertown Thursday evening to offer condolences on the death of their dear mother. I read Jean… Continue Reading
Another of Mom’s expressions
The Pittston Arts Council, of which I am a member, is sponsoring a celebrity bartender event tonight at the Red Mill Tavern, 5 to 8 p.m. It promises to be a blast. Bartenders are: Rep. Mike Carroll, Stan Rovinski, Matt… Continue Reading
A Pittston legend
It felt strange last night to not say to my wife, “Let’s run down to The Gramercy.” The Gramercy is a charming restaurant serving authentic Italian, or perhaps more appropriately Sicilian food on South Main St., Pittston. It’s been in… Continue Reading
With a side of bacon, please
Tomorrow, Saturday, Feb. 1, is National Ice Cream for Breakfast Day. My excitement at this news is a sure sign I am now officially old. I used to look forward to February for the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue. I’m feeling… Continue Reading
That was Phil
Learning of the death of Phil Falvo on Jan. 24 brought me back to a New Year’s Eve in the mid-‘80s. It may have been the night 1984 turned into ’85, or ’85 into ’86, but it really doesn’t matter.… Continue Reading
Ahead of his time
I just saw a piece on the news about Amazon now doing grocery deliveries. As long as you spend at least 35 bucks they’ll have your food or sundries at your door within two hours. Wow, I thought. They’re channeling… Continue Reading