Energy you say?
I love raking leaves in my front yard, but when I get to the public sidewalk surrounding my property, no so much. That’s because I have to deal with all the litter from the school kids who catch the bus… Continue Reading
Month: October 2019
Keepers of the dahlias
I spent the day in the yard. Raked a lot of leaves, cut back the elephant ears, and trimmed some fountain grass. But all I did with the dahlias was look them over. They are not yet ready to be… Continue Reading
Soup season
There’s nothing like a bowl of soup on a day that calls for a bowl of soup. Like Tuesday. Rainy and miserable. A day with soup written all over it. But just when I was considering this, my daughter called… Continue Reading
And in the end
The musicians of Classic Albums Live, in town to perform The Beatles’ “Abbey Road” at the F.M. Kirby Center a couple of weeks ago, told us to not expect them to talk. “Once we start,” the lead guitarist said, “we… Continue Reading
They wish they were here
My kids live in two of the most dynamic, exciting cities in America. My daughter in Austin, Texas, and my son in Los Angeles, California. Hollywood, to be exact. And, yet, they envy me living in Northeastern Pennsylvania. At least… Continue Reading
We are … polite
I hadn’t been to a Penn State game in some time, so I don’t know if this wrinkle added to the famous “We are” chant is new this year or has been around for so time. I do know I… Continue Reading
Super memories
Yesterday, I learned, was National Pierogi Day. I’m fond of saying I could eat pizza every day. I must say the same about pierogies. A lot was written regarding the occasion and in almost every article, whether in print or… Continue Reading
One little letter
In my world, you live in fear of typos. I made one the other day in my column. Typed “and” when I meant “an.” Fortunately an editor caught it. Funny thing is, I read over the column at least ten… Continue Reading
No joke
Harry West was a funny, funny man. But he was no joke. The legendary radio personality who died on Sept. 27, came into almost every home in Northeastern Pennsylvania every morning for decades. Mine was one. I ate breakfast with… Continue Reading