Month: September 2019

From the time they could comprehend what I was saying, I told my daughter and son there was only one rule for them: they had to love each other. They continue to remember this as adults and frequently send proof,… Continue Reading →

My heart broke when I saw Sebastian Gattuso had died. And I felt even worse that I could not attend the viewing or funeral. But that all changed several months later when I ran into Sebastian at a dollar store.… Continue Reading →

It was during the 1957 World Series that I first realized the power of prayer. Specifically, the power of my prayers influencing a sports event. World Series games were played during the day then, and I clearly remember lying on… Continue Reading →

I’m not 69 years old this morning. I’m 17. It’s 1967, and my baseball team, the St. Louis Cardinals, are wrapping up the pennant in the National League. They are 10 games ahead of the second place San Francisco Giants.… Continue Reading →

Looks like it’s going to rain today, and if it does, Bob Price will be two for two. The organizer of today’s Riverfest celebration in Pittston, Bob also was the guy behind Pittston’s Day of Prayer last May. It rained… Continue Reading →

Reading the obituary of John Bernosky last week brought to mind many fond memories of his late dad, legendary basketball coach Simon Bernosky. John, whom I remember as a high school kid back when his dad was coaching at Wyoming… Continue Reading →

E.B. White is on my mind today. You think you don’t know him but you do. If you’ve ever taken a college English class you probably were encouraged to purchase a little book called “The Elements of Style.” Containing all… Continue Reading →

A couple of friends of mine went to see The Rolling Stones in concert a few weeks ago. I was impressed. And a little jealous. I always run into them at the gym and when I saw them there last… Continue Reading →