Thursday, December 8, 2016


Saturday, June 23, 2012

R. Vallee of Tamaqua writes:

"My newspaper takes me around the world day by day informing me of the many occurrences, highs and lows. In itself, this is gratifying and much appreciated.

"And then there is humor - your article contributes this very wholesome and necessary lift in life. Thank you for it all."

This dedicated reader, in addition to his letter, enclosed a list of "sniglets", words and their definitions that are not found in the dictionary but "should be there, maybe".

Saturday, June 23, 2012

If you have been watching science news over the past week, you may have seen a story about the supposed unidentified flying object at the bottom of the Baltic Sea off the coast of Sweden and how explorers have been trying to determine what exactly it is. The object estimated to be about two hundred feet around was first spotted in 2011 as treasure hunter Peter Lindberg's crew was dragging sonar above the ocean floor while mapping it. He came across this large round circular object on the bottom of the ocean about 300 feet deep off the Swedish coast.

Saturday, June 23, 2012

Roses are red, Violets are blue, This is the week I saw the orange Ditch Lily in bloom.

Driving home from work yesterday, I noticed the beautiful orange Ditch Lilies blooming. OK. Maybe they were blooming for a few days already, but I only noticed them yesterday. Maybe I had less on my mind as I traveled home or maybe God just opened my eyes to them because He thought I needed a little beauty in my life.

Saturday, June 23, 2012
Alex Zubey of Hometown, a former Tamaqua High School track and field champion, shakes hands with President Barack Obama at the May 23rd graduation ceremony at the U.S. Air Force Academy in Colorado Springs. The newly-commissioned second lieutenant will begin his career at Peterson Air Force Base in Colorado, where he will continue to compete for the United States as a distance runner.


Saturday, June 23, 2012

Last week, when Dave and I invited friends to kayak with us at a new spot, they were all for it until we mentioned it would be Wednesday.

"Ohhh, Wednesday," said the wife, "that's the day I clean my kitchen and scrub the floor."

I think I giggled.

"When do you do your cleaning?" she asked.

"Whenever I want," I told her. "And when I don't want to, I don't."

That solicited another "ohhh" from her.

"I wouldn't get anything done," she said, "if I didn't have a specific day when I do it. That way, I know when not to schedule something else."

Saturday, June 16, 2012

When I was young I could eat leftover spaghetti and meatballs for breakfast if I wanted. Or, I could have two toasted crullers filled with peanut butter.

I could enjoy every last lick without having my conscience bother me and without thinking about things like cholesterol, clogged arteries and excess pounds.

But now, as I look around and see so many older people who can't climb one step to get on a bus, I know I am no longer given a free pass when it comes to health. I have to earn it.

Saturday, June 16, 2012

It was an interesting news week and this pair of news stories illustrates how crazy this country's grasp on what it means to be an American has become. The state of Georgia or more specifically the Transportation Department decided that it would not allow that southern staple of hatred, the Ku Klux Klan to adopt a highway.

Saturday, June 16, 2012


Some Irish humor for a Saturday morning in June 2012.


Paddy was driving down the street in a sweat because he had an important meeting and couldn't find a parking place. Looking up to heaven he said, "Lord take pity on me. If you find me a parking place I will go to Mass every Sunday for the rest of me life and give up me Irish Whisky!"

Miraculously, a parking place appeared. Paddy looked up again and said, "Never mind, I found one."


Saturday, June 16, 2012

He was a country boy, a description that, for many, might conjure up preconceived notions.

But don't ever stereotype country folk because you'd probably be wrong.

Dad was quite a character. He knew how to ride horseback but also played the violin. For country folk, it's a fiddle.

He was a wiz at math and had exceptional penmanship. Interestingly, he was neither left-handed nor right-handed, but completely ambidextrous.

Dad had blond hair, and so do I, but otherwise the apple fell far from the tree.