I’ll tell you what’s super

If you must know, yes, I am still licking my wounds after the Packers managed to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory and allow the Seahawks to return to the Super Bowl for a second straight year. But as much as I’d like to see the Pack there every year, if I’m being completely honest, I must say my best Super Bowl memories are from the last three times the Steelers made it to the game and the one time the Eagles did. That’s the newspaper guy in me talking, not the Packers fan. You edit a newspaper in… Continue Reading

Requiem for the sandlot

In his book “The Narcissist Next Door,” which I mention in the column I wrote for this coming Sunday’s Greater Pittston Progress, author Jeffrey Kluger brings up something I’ve been harping about for years. It’s the developmental value of the pick-up sports games that all guys my age played as kids and that have since gone the way of the four-buckle arctics we wore in winter. I’m not sure young kids today even understand the term “pick up” game. It refers to a bunch of kids getting together to choose sides and, depending on the season, play basketball, football or… Continue Reading

Only at a community college

It was the perfect thing to talk about in an Intro to Mass Communications class. On Nov. 18, prior to a hockey game in Toronto, the arena’s microphone cut out just as the singer began the U.S. National Anthem. It’s common practice for both the Canadian and American anthems to be sung at games between Canadian teams and U.S. teams, in this case the Toronto Maple Leafs and the Nashville Predators. It took a moment for the Toronto fans to realize what was going on, but when they did, all joined in and sang the entire Star Spangled Banner themselves.… Continue Reading

Hot is as hot does

I walked into a computer lab at the college a few minutes before class to find four young ladies huddled around an iMac giggling the way they might over photos of Brad Pitt or Johnny Depp. “What’s going on?” I asked. “Hugo Selenski,” said the girl seated in front of the screen and controlling the mouse. “He’s soooo hot.” “Hot?” I said. “He’s accused of murdering people and burying them in his back yard.” “You know what my mother says?” the seated girl asked. “She says, ‘Hugo Selenski can bury me in his backyard anytime.’” The giggles resumed. And I… Continue Reading

This post is garbage

Those of us who make our living sweating over the perfect verb, trying to craft the perfect sentence, must admit some stories are better told, or at least greatly enhanced, by graphic design. Such was the case with the comprehensive story on the Keystone Sanitary Landfill which appeared in last Sunday’s Sunday Citizens’ Voice. The graphic design, filling the entire centerfold and illustrating the entire operation, was both eye-popping and informative. I spent a good hour with it. Any mention of the disposal of garbage, better known these days by the less repulsive term municipal waste, brings to mind a… Continue Reading

Brian McNulty: joyful despite much grief

In his coffin Brian McNulty appeared his calm, peaceful, angelic self. That he was so in life can be deemed a miracle. Brian was not dealt an easy hand. He lost his parents while still a teen, his brother John to a heinous crime 35 years ago, his lovely wife Annarose to cancer in 1992 and now his life to lymphoma at only 63 years old. Still, his obituary described his “positive attitude” and said he “found happiness in everything he did.” Those of us who knew Brian knew this. He was a sweet, soft-spoken person, a perfect gentleman. Encountering… Continue Reading

3 batters, 9 pitches, 3 strike-outs

Mary Kay called to ask if I wanted to go to Boston. “Let me see if the Red sox are in town,” I said. It was spring of 2002. She had a conference at Brigham and Women’s Hospital. Something about operating room lasers. I guess it was pretty important. But all I could think of was an opportunity to see Fenway Park. Baseball fans love baseball parks and I am no different. While I haven’t had the time to experience as many as I’d like, I hope to click off at least the historic ones before I die, and you… Continue Reading

His sons define Joe DeLucca’s life

Speaking at the Greater Pittston Friendly Sons of St. Patrick banquet a few years ago, Paul Begala, former advisor to President Clinton, said the president had a favorite saying, and he told it to the gathering with a darned good Bill Clinton accent. “If you see a turtle on a fence post,” Begala began, imitating Clinton’s Arkansas drawl, “one thing you know for sure is he didn’t get there by himself.” It was Clinton’s way of giving credit to others, Begala said. That concept kept going through my mind Sunday night and again Monday morning as I observed the stature… Continue Reading

Tony Curtis story makes me think of Mike Cefalo

I’m going to go out on a limb and say this is the first time attorney Mike Cefalo has been compared to actor Tony Curtis. Nevertheless, Mike immediately came to mind when I read a little story actor Michael Caine tells in the December issue of Esquire magazine. “You know who saved my life?” Caine writes. “Tony Curtis.” He explains he was at a party standing by a fireplace and talking to someone when Tony Curtis walks up, takes the end of the cigarette in Caine’s mouth and lights his own cigarette. This was when Curtis was at the height… Continue Reading