Something else to wish for

Writing from Columbus, Ohio, Donnie Collins makes a great case in today’s Citizens Voice why we should not count Penn State out of the National Championship picture. Bless his heart. I thought I was the only optimist on the staff. Don’t get me wrong. I do hope he is right. And I must say on a day when I had no interest in watching Sports Center or reading the sports pages, he did provide a glimmer of hope. But as Saturday’s Penn State-Ohio State game concluded I could not help but think of a comment made on the Gameday telecast… Continue Reading

A toast to remember

About seven years ago during the fall semester at the college I taught two sections of Introduction to Mass Communications. One met on Monday, Wednesday and Friday. The other, Tuesday and Thursday. When I took roll on the first Tuesday, meeting those students for the first time, I looked at this young lady named Stephanie and said, “I have to tell you right now I might wind up calling you by the wrong name all semester. I met a girl in my class yesterday who looks a lot like you.” “You mean my twin sister,” she said. My first thought… Continue Reading

‘Me and Del were singing’

‘Me and Del were singing.’ I texted those words to my friend Mike when I heard Tom Petty died. I knew he’d know what I meant. It’s a line from the beginning of Petty’s song “Running Down A Dream.” The opening goes like this: It was a beautiful day, the sun beat down I had the radio on, I was drivin’ Trees flew by, me and Del were singing’ little Runaway I was flying’ Petty was giving a shout out to Del Shannon and his 1961 hit “Runaway.” The significance of ‘me and Del’ to ‘me and Mike’ goes back… Continue Reading

A case for the waltz

The design component of my Advertising Theory & Design class at Luzerne County Community College consists of students creating ads in a computer lab. To add to the creative environment I log onto You Tube on the computer at the teacher’s station and tell the students anyone is welcome to walk up and play a song. “If you don’t,” I tell them, “I will. And I can guarantee it will be classic rock.” Sometimes their music and mine come together. Such was the case when a student told me about the album “Rave On.” It’s a compilation of classic Buddy… Continue Reading

Longing for Yankees-Dodgers series

Longing for Yankees-Dodgers series The baseball fan in me should be rooting for the Houston Astros to win the World Series. They’ve never won it before and have not only an exciting but also likable team, built around their 5’6 superstar Jose Altuve. What’s not to like? But I don’t even want them to make it to the Fall Classic. I’m pulling for a Yankees-Dodgers series. Not that I like either one of them. I’ve never been a Yankees fan, which is something I wouldn’t write if my dear Uncle Eddie were alive. He loved his Yanks. But the Yankees… Continue Reading

Here and gone

I think of Eddie Holleran and I think of his right bicep. His big, bulging right bicep. I have not seen his bicep in close to 60 years but I clearly remember that day sitting on the curb on Butler Street right across from Massara’s Market. Old Mrs. Massara had kicked us off the porch again. That’s what I figure as I look back. Not Margaret Massara. Her mother-in-law. We called her Old Mrs. Massara. Not disrespectfully but as a way of distinguishing her from Margaret. Margaret would let us sit on the front porch of the neighborhood store all… Continue Reading

A little pause makes a big difference

My wife was saying something about the program on the Hallmark network and I was only half paying attention as I opened a new book. But when I heard her say, “I like her butt …” I perked up. “Pardon me, Mary Kay? Did you just say what I think you said?” “Yeah. I said I like her, but I like the other girl better. Why?” The little pause the first time she said it threw me for a loop. She may have said a but with one “t” but I heard one with two. It reminded me of a… Continue Reading