Month: July 2020

As a newspaper editor, even a part-time editor of a small weekly, I received a lot of mail. Most of it went right into the recycling bin without being opened. These were press releases from all over the country for… Continue Reading →

In my day, it was a pair of fuzzy dice.Before he was reassigned, it may have been a St. Christopher medal, the patron saint of travelers.A coach may have had a lanyard with a whistle on it.Someone just back from… Continue Reading →

I just found out tomorrow, July 25, is National Wine and Cheese Day.That’s a holiday I can get behind, but not in the middle of summer. And especially not in the middle of this summer. Tomorrow is supposed to be… Continue Reading →

Mr. Caputo, Mike’s dad, called us “The Boys of Summer,” borrowing from the Roger Kahn book about the 1955 Brooklyn Dodgers, but it wasn’t baseball Mike and I spent our summer days on. It was tennis. We began playing in… Continue Reading →

Summer means a lot of things. One for me is brunch.Preferably on Sunday morning.Preferably outside.Always with a Blood Mary.And for the past five years or so, a Blood Mary the way they serve it in Chicago. With a little, 4… Continue Reading →

A buddy invited me over for a cookout last week. Later he left a voice message asking me to bring my “mitt” so we could play catch.This was good news. I love playing catch. But my “mitt”?I’m sorry, but to… Continue Reading →

Reading obituaries first thing in the morning can ruin your day.It did mine Friday.Scrolling down on my smart phone I came across the name Janet Kowalcik Cefalo and my heart sank.It was one of those obits we call in the… Continue Reading →

Yes, I’ll miss the food. Oh, the food.Yes, I’ll miss the entertainment. Local musical artists I love. Every night for four straight nights.Yes, I’ll miss the parade. Even with my achy, 70-year-old knees, I love walking down Main Street with… Continue Reading →

I see they’ve reopened the pubs in London.Let’s hope that goes better for the Brits than reopening the bars in some U.S. cities went for us. There are some 30,000 pubs in England, which I’ve heard is about twice the… Continue Reading →

My wife and I were out and about the other morning and decided to swing by Avenue Diner in Wyoming for a late breakfast or early lunch. It was about 11 a.m.We also wanted to check out the tent they… Continue Reading →