Ahh, books
I’m heading to the college today with a stack of books under my arm and a big smile on my face. I love turning my students on to books. In any given Intro to Mass Communications class you’ll find students… Continue Reading
Month: September 2015
I’m 65, I tuck
It’s 5 o’clock Friday morning and I am wrestling with a big decision. Been wrestling with it for a week, actually, ever since one of my students at the college suggested we make today Tropical Shirt Day. Sure, I said.… Continue Reading
Yogi
Now it’s over. Yogi Berra died yesterday. When he turned turned 90 last spring, I wrote most of what follows. Seems appropriate to share it once again. I was never much of a Yankees fan but always a Yogi fan.… Continue Reading
President and accounted for
Just when I thought the only thing by brother was interested in was making money and driving cool vehicles, he texts me during the GOP presidential debates Wednesday night with a picture of him and his daughter Masha at the… Continue Reading
Who should be on the wall?
As artist Michael Pilato completes his work on the Inspiration Mural in downtown Pittston, the debate continues on the topic of who should be included in the spectacular 5-story masterpiece. To me, those who belong on that wall fall into… Continue Reading
Another summer of ‘Angels’
“Away from her, you loved her more,” Joshua Chamberlain reflects in the quiet nighttime hours after a hard day of battle with still another looming the next. “He remembered her letters,” author Michael Shaara writes of Chamberlain, who we find… Continue Reading
Not bananas
I could never figure out how any sane person, knowing what we now know about cancer, could continue smoking. Until they told us about the sun. As a lifelong sun worshiper, it was remarkably easy to put my head in… Continue Reading
Wall of love
If I were given to cliches I might call it a labor of love. Instead, I’ll call it simply love. I’m talking about the new downtown Pittston mural which will be dedicated Saturday night. More specifically, I am talking about… Continue Reading
The antidote
Summer’s gone, ain’t comin’ back although the weather’s been hot. Thank God there’s sports to see me through or I’d be so distraught. The speed with which a summer flies could leave me oh so low. ‘cept the U.S. Open… Continue Reading