On being childlike

After I mentioned in my column in last Sunday’s Greater Pittston Progress that the unexpected death of Dianne Tigue, who passed away peacefully in her sleep in August, has me saying the “Now I lay me down to sleep” prayer each night before bed, several people told me they were unfamiliar with the prayer. It’s a simple prayer, actually, taught to me when I was just a little child. It’s beauty actually lies in its childlike simplicity. Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep, If I should die before I awake I… Continue Reading

Here we go again

I know they’re watching me. You may think I’m paranoid but I’ve seen them. I see them every day. They watch me leave my house in the morning. And they watch me come home at night. They observe me retrieving the newspaper from the front porch about 6 a.m. and collecting the mail from the box around 4. Sometimes they tippy-toe on the sidewalk behind me thinking I don’t know, but I hear them. Occasionally they will gather nonchalantly near the door of the car acting like they’re invisible, but I see them. And if I should awaken during the… Continue Reading

Jolly friends forevermore

Her name’s Corinne but they call her Coco. As in Chanel? Yes, as in Chanel. And she’s as adorable as that sounds. She’s our great niece. A year and a half. She calls me Ed-dee, with heavy emphasis on each d. Mary Kay is simply Kay. How we’d spoil her if she lived closer, but alas, she and her dentist mom and pharmacist dad are a good six-plus hour’s ride down Interstate 81. We do what we can though, meaning we’re regulars at the Baby Boden table in the Boden Outlet on Main St., Pittston, and at Babies R Us.… Continue Reading

Feeling The Force

If you’re my age, or close to it, you remember when you’d never go to bed on Monday night without seeing the halftime highlights on Monday Night Football. We lived to hear Cosell’s, “He. Could. Go. All. The. Way.” This was Must See TV before the term was invented. No ESPN in those days. No NFL Network. No Sunday Ticket. And most importantly, no saturation. It’s said the first rule of show business is to leave them wanting more. Well, if the NFL is show business, which surely it is, then they followed this rule to a tee in the… Continue Reading

Beauty all around

If you’ve noticed, as have I, that the fall colors seem a bit drab this year you are probably right. Those in the know (translation: the websites I’ve checked) blame it on the hot, dry weather near the end of summer. A year ago, it was the opposite. The experts said a rainy summer would contribute to a fall of exceedingly brilliant foliage and, if you recall, they were right. Still, I cannot take my eyes off the explosion of color all along my commute to and from Luzerne County Community College in Nanticoke. I would go as far as… Continue Reading

The jury is in

I’m not a fan of pumpkin flavored beers. A bold statement, I know. I’m wondering if I’d make it if more people read this blog. Perhaps not. Blasphemy, I can hear some shout. And several would be my friends. Nevertheless. And while I’m at it, let’s place pumpkin flavored coffee, cappuccino and lattes on the list too. Sorry, but I’m starting to think the only pumpkin I like is pumpkin pie. Actually, I love pumpkin pie. And no whipped cream, thank you. It’s perfect in and of itself. I am partial to pumpkin squares too, but really, aren’t they just… Continue Reading

Yet another disappointment

Writing this blog is something I didn’t expect to be doing today. Or ever again. No, Pittston Progress did not threaten to fire me. Nothing that drastic. It’s just that, you know, the world was supposed to end Wednesday. And then it didn’t. Which meant, much to my chagrin, I had to shave again Thursday morning, shell out 40 bucks again or a tank of gas Thursday afternoon, and promise myself I’d cut the grass again this weekend. At least I got to eat the fish tacos my wife brought home for me. So the day wasn’t a total loss.… Continue Reading

Torn

Can a St. Louis Cardinals fan be happy if the Chicago Cubs win the World Series? This one can. Blasphemy, I know. But how can any baseball fan not be rooting for this year’s Cubs at least a little bit? Their last championship being 1908, the prediction in Back to the Future II, and their manager hailing from Hazleton aside, the Cubs are simply fun to watch. They’ve lost the losers tag but hung on to the lovable. Sure, I’ll be pulling for the Cards. They’ve been my team since I was 11 years old (I’ll spare you the math,… Continue Reading

In the pink, indeed

I had never heard of Thomas Pink shirts until Mary Kay and I were standing in front of the flagship store on Jermyn Street in London. The year was 2002 and I had been dabbling in the world of major fundraising the previous two years under the tutelage of Thomas R. Robinson. Tom had just formed the group TRR & Associates. At first, he had one associate, me. Soon thereafter we were joined by the ultimate fund raiser Bobbi Steever. What a trio we were. Tom was, and is a fastidious dresser and since he would be celebrating his birthday… Continue Reading