Tuesdays with trash
While it sure seems like we just rang in a New Year a few weeks ago, it is not the speed with which another New Year’s Day rolls around that makes me feel my life is flying by. It’s garbage… Continue Reading
Month: December 2015
The Christmas date
If I’m being flippant and someone asks, “What’s the secret to a happy marriage?” I quip, “That’s easy. Marry your second wife first.” But I have a better answer. A serious one. “Don’t stop dating,” I will tell a young… Continue Reading
My mom, the sleuth
It’s not like our family was that big, about 12 of us when all the kids were grown and married, but Mom decided one year buying Christmas presents for everyone was getting too expensive and we needed a solution. The… Continue Reading
Christmas bells are ringing
Nothing makes me more aware of the rapid passing of time than my involvement with the Greater Pittston Salvation Army Advisory Board. In the blink of an eye I went from the 34-year-old “baby” on the board in 1984 to… Continue Reading
Not a Christmas Carole, but …
“Some kind of wonderful” was the headline in the Chicago Tribune entertainment section one day during Thanksgiving Weekend. I didn’t read the headline, I sang it. In my head, that is. Funny how everything I sing in my head is… Continue Reading
Dad knew the drill
I saw my Dad in the main character, the one played by Dana Andrews, in the movie “The Best Years of Our Lives.” Like him, my dad returned from hero status in World War II to slim job opportunities. As… Continue Reading
Putting the ‘X’ in Christmas
My classmates in Leadership Wilkes-Barre (Class of ’99) used to joke that every time I opened my mouth it sounded like an ad for Luzerne County Community College. It became a running gag. Like all running gags it was funny… Continue Reading
Ouch
A hallmark of us Baby Boomers is that we all believe we look younger than our ages. Believe it, heck, we know it. Which makes what I am about to share with you even richer. A couple of weeks ago,… Continue Reading
A Duryea legend
“Munda.” Ed Gromelski’s nickname had to have something to do with his stature, his no-nonsense attitude, his depth of character, his physical prowess. It must be Native American, I always thought. Something the Iroquois called braves as powerful and true… Continue Reading