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Saturday, March 10, 2012


You can't fault the Tamaqua Courier for not trying to hype the old home town.

In his 1912 opinion titled "Loyalty to one's Bread and Butter," a Courier writer said the welfare and prosperity of individuals – as well as families – are tied to "our fellow citizens in the place we call home."

He said a great majority of people owe their livelihood and whatever success they've achieved to their own home town.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

The other day I was driving the Interstate, sticking to the 70 mile per hour speed limit.

Cars and trucks were whizzing past me as if I were an ant inching along.

I know. People hate drivers like me who "only" do the speed limit. They call us "Granny drivers."

Actually, the only reason I was going the posted speed limit of 70 is because I annoy others when I drive slower. I liked speed when I was young but I now want to hang out in the slow lane.

Saturday, March 3, 2012

I love men. Men of a certain age, that is.

Forgive me for stereotyping. I know no stereotype holds true for everyone.

But I believe guys who grew up in the 40s and 50s have maintained manners that are charming.

When I went to buy pool chemicals, a gentleman rushed ahead of me and said, "Let me get the door for you." When I got home, lugging the jug of chemicals, my new friend, Corry said, "Let me carry that for you."

Ahhh. Chivalry. I love it. Always have, always will.

Saturday, March 3, 2012

Christians are at a definite disadvantage in today's world. They can be beaten and tortured by Muslims and there is no outrage. Christian churches can be blown up or even burned with the church members locked inside and there is no outrage. They can be kidnapped and held hostage in Egypt by the Muslim military rulers of that country and there is no outrage.

Saturday, March 3, 2012

I'm proud to say, my two-year-old grandson, Sean James Urban, knows his alphabet. He can sing the alphabet song from A to Z, and then he gives me a big smile like he just accomplished something special, which he did.

His mother, a teacher, and his father, a man of words, work hard with him teaching him to communicate. So does my wife, who babysits him on days when his mother is busy teaching high school students.

A is for apple, and B is for boat.We all know the routine.

Saturday, March 3, 2012

A century ago, Jay McDevitt, the humorist-philosopher-positive thinker from Wilkes-Barre, certainly knew how to play to a crowd as well as court the media. Like today's promoters and publicity agents, he was savvy enough to realize that the window of opportunity does not remain open long for shooting stars. Nashville and Hollywood are littered with examples of one-hit wonders.

Saturday, March 3, 2012

I watched an interesting documentary a few weeks back in which a country was dealing with a struggle between two factions, an elitist group and an upstart radical group.

Saturday, March 3, 2012

I love cooking and baking. I learned that from my dad.

On the weekend, you'll usually find me in my kitchen attempting a new recipe for me and my husband Bob, that I found while searching the website, Pinterest, or settling in with an old family favorite like dad's ham and bean soup, haddock au gratin, or pulled pork barbecue.

Over the years though, I've come to realize recipes are meant to be broken.

Saturday, March 3, 2012


"The Internet's not written in pencil, it's written in ink." -The Social Network

Two weeks ago, a man living in Taiwan who happens to read this column emailed my dad to ask him if he could submit the term "generation gasp" to, a fairly popular and well-known website. Yesterday, the submission was approved and posted on the website, and now anyone in the world might stumble upon a term that my dad made up on a Saturday afternoon with the modest goal of getting it published in the local newspaper.

Saturday, March 3, 2012

I played the lottery last Saturday.

This is not the norm for me. I rarely play it. But I keep having these fantasies of being rich and the only way I know that could happen is if I have a distant unknown relative who dies and leaves me all his/her money or I win the lottery.

I'm pretty sure there are no rich distant relatives, so I guess it'll have to be the lottery.

And you know that old saying, "You have to play it to win it."

I went into the Turkey Hill near my house, and asked for five machine picks for the Power Ball.