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Saturday, February 22, 2014

Oh what a night!

Harry, George, Connie and I stepped back in time a couple of weeks ago when we visited the Cultural Center in Scranton to see the production of "Jersey Boys."

"Jersey Boys" is the Tony-award winning musical about Frankie Valli and The Four Seasons. Seeing their lives' stories on stage and in song was a trip down Memory Lane.

When they began singing their song "Sherry," almost everyone in the concert hall joined in. This was the music of our teen years. We couldn't help but sing along, tap our toes and chair-dance to old favorites.

Saturday, February 22, 2014

I hate winter.

I hate the cold.

I hate the icy sidewalks.

I hate having to do a penguin shuffle across my driveway and in the parking lot at work.

I hate the short daytime hours.

I hate the dreary color tones of brown from the lack of life in trees, shrubs and grass.

I hate the icicles hanging from my roof that are getting larger and larger.

I hate looking at my home and not being able to see my front porch (or even get to it because it has turned into another place to throw snow).

Saturday, February 22, 2014

While escorting my youngest daughter and her boyfriend to a romantic Valentine's Day dinner at McDonalds last Friday, I found myself to be the source of much amusement to them and several people waiting in the drive-through line when I suddenly stumbled and nearly fell upon stepping up to the curb.

Immediately following the near-fall, I looked up at the teens who turned their heads away from me and struggled to restrain their laughter.

"Nice," I thought to myself.

This wasn't the first time that my "baby" laughed at me for taking a tumble.

Saturday, February 22, 2014

For the golden age of show business this has been a really sad past few weeks. When I wrote this column it was the day after Shirley Temple Black passed away, and then a day or two later comedy lost one of its trailblazing legends and most beloved performers, Sid Caesar.

While Caesar was not active in recent years, he was a legendary performer and pioneer in the early days of television. He also starred in stage and screen productions although his heart was always in television.

Saturday, February 22, 2014

Something as small as the gift of a book can considerably brighten someone's day.

I learned that while I was doing a two-week stint at a rehabilitation center.

While some of us were there just to recover from surgery, others are long-term, which probably means for various health reasons, they won't be going home.

When I was outside on the patio with visitors, a long-term female resident was nearby talking with her visiting daughter.

Saturday, February 22, 2014

My best friend since grade school passed away.

Tom Shea and I hadn't seen much of each other in a long time. But we'd been friends for 53 years.

We met at North Ward Elementary. We were part of the boomer generation. Class sizes were so large that our small town school district had no place to put some of us.

Because of that fact, Tom and I, and others, experienced a patchwork of educational obstacles. Within five years, we were bounced around to five different buildings and environments, some with no space for us.

Saturday, February 15, 2014

Bullying has become such a problem in schools that I've already started worrying about my granddaughter's school days. She begins kindergarten in September.

When I think back to how often I was bullied as a child, it made me realize that it wasn't always the other students who were the bullies. Sometimes it was the teachers who made me squirm, which is just another form of bullying.

Saturday, February 15, 2014

One of the fringe benefits of having friends who are "foodies" is you get to partake in many kinds of delectable delicacies as part of any regular association with said friends.

I have always been a rather picky eater; however, over the past few years, and thanks to my foodie friends, I have tried and come to like many different types of food that I otherwise would have wrinkled my nose at when something different was presented to me.

I have one friend in particular who enjoys creating huge spreads, just as much as he does eating them.

Saturday, February 15, 2014

I'd like to personally thank the members of the Eldred Beagle Club and Michelle and Duanne Frable for a very enjoyable Valentine's Day dinner last Saturday night.

But I've got to tell you, I had some misgivings. Let me set the stage.

Harry is a member of the Eldred Beagle Club. It's a bunny haven of acres of brush. It's also a heaven for beagle dogs and their owners to run and chase the bunnies. The terrain is, well, let's just say the few times Harry has taken me there, I had to hang on to my head for fear of it being shaken off driving up the hilly roads.

Saturday, February 15, 2014

After an absence of almost three weeks, I am finally home from my stay at the rehab center. I still have another month of inactivity with limited weight bearing allowed as I use a walker and wheelchair.

But I will tell you this: Despite the confinement and physical restrictions, I am surrounded by luxury.

I used to think luxury meant having a big boat waiting at the dock or staying at an incredible villa in Italy.