Month: February 2020

I have known exactly one person born on Feb. 29. William A. Watson, Sr., founding editor of The Sunday Dispatch. Mr. (which was all we ever called him) Watson was born on Feb. 29, 1912. When he turned 64 on… Continue Reading →

“Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy.” – Benjamin Franklin Tuesday, April 7, will be National Beer Day. And once again I will celebrate by not having a beer. That’s because during the season… Continue Reading →

I’m a word guy. A sentence guy. A writer. So, I pay attention to such things. It’s who I am. Therefore, when things go awry, I cannot help but notice. Such as a TV commercial that’s been running for some… Continue Reading →

It’s a running joke in this neck of the woods. The minute we hear a weather report of an impending snow storm, we all dash to the supermarket for bread, milk and eggs. “What does everyone do when it snows,… Continue Reading →

Love is silly. If you don’t believe me, you haven’t been shopping for valentines. It’s difficult not to feel silly when buying a card with a cute little bunny, or puppy, or kitty cat expressing your “wuv” for your sweetheart.… Continue Reading →

Jean Brennan’s daughters, Beth and Bonnie, already know what I am going to bring up when I stop at the Snowdon Funeral Home in Shavertown Thursday evening to offer condolences on the death of their dear mother. I read Jean… Continue Reading →

The Pittston Arts Council, of which I am a member, is sponsoring a celebrity bartender event tonight at the Red Mill Tavern, 5 to 8 p.m. It promises to be a blast. Bartenders are: Rep. Mike Carroll, Stan Rovinski, Matt… Continue Reading →

It felt strange last night to not say to my wife, “Let’s run down to The Gramercy.” The Gramercy is a charming restaurant serving authentic Italian, or perhaps more appropriately Sicilian food on South Main St., Pittston. It’s been in… Continue Reading →