Wednesday, August 23, 2017


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.

Saturday, June 16, 2012

It's harder yet to realize that just a century ago, many schools had not even made a transition from slate boards to pencils and paper! Tamaqua public schools, which had a reputation as being among the more progressive schools in the region, finally made that move in its classrooms in may of 1912.

Much of the credit belonged to superintendent William Derr, the visionary school official who in 1910 boasted that the percentage of boys who entered college from Tamaqua "has been larger than any town of its size in the state."

Saturday, June 16, 2012

Our government continues to seek new ways to infringe on our constitutional freedoms.

In a recent article, I mentioned that the NSA is monitoring our Internet activities, e-mails, and electronic communications. They are building a massive data center in Bluffdale, Utah to expand their capacity to violate our constitutional rights. This will be the largest data center in the world and has the ability to track and analyze all of our personal and business electronic correspondence and Internet activity.

Saturday, June 16, 2012

Did you ever notice how things sometimes occur in threes? Like, you can go for months or years and never give thought to something. Then you are made aware of it and the subject comes up again and again.

Like turtles.

So why did the turtle cross the road?

To get to the other side, of course. But why?

I've seen three turtles in three weeks, all crossing the road. To me, that's a lot. I haven't seen a turtle in months and months and then suddenly ... three in the last three weeks.