Thursday, May 26, 2016


Saturday, April 28, 2012

It's early morning, and I'm standing at the window at the end of the upper hallway, coffee mug in hand, watching a flock of wild turkeys strut and peck their way across an open field.

It's late April, and the field is covered with a few inches of green. I figure the local farmers who work this field will let it continue to grow, cutting and baling the hay in late summer. Some years, they plant corn in the field.

Saturday, April 28, 2012


When I was a youngster, growing up in Jim Thorpe, my family always had a favorite game that got played nearly every night after dinner. Parcheesi was the hot ticket for a long time. Later, we graduated to card games: 500 Rummy, then Pinochle. Video games, of course, didn't exist.

Saturday, April 21, 2012

As I was traveling around the United States last week, I noticed that many people were unhappy with the economy.

That was not surprising.

What did surprise me was that there were negative attitudes towards our nation's future. They were concerned that our country's best days are behind us. Unemployment remains high.

Saturday, April 21, 2012

With mortgage rates at an all-time low, I decided it would be wise to refinance my mortgage.

When I'm in the market for something, I like to do a lot of comparison shopping. It's been an interesting six weeks of talking with banks.

Just as I was about to make up my mind and refinance with a local bank, I heard an ad for a national mortgage chain.

To protect the guilty, I won't tell you its name. I will tell you it was a harrowing experience that taught me a lesson or two.

Saturday, April 21, 2012


As we prepare for Tuesday's primary elections, I got thinking about how many presidential elections I've been around for. Barack Obama is the 13th commander in chief since I was put on this planet. Franklin D. Roosevelt was the first. In fact, he died on my first birthday, April 12, 1945. I have been eligible to vote for nine presidents. This will be my 13th presidential election.

Saturday, April 21, 2012

The week after the sinking of the Titanic on April 15, 1912, a Tamaqua Courier writer sensed that the story would not only be remembered as a tragic news event, but that we would learn from the lessons the tragedy taught us that night

"Before the Titanic disaster drops out of the bulletin boards and the headlines, let us hope that it will have made some little impression on the American temperament," the writer stated. "The lessons to be learned relate not merely to life boats and wireless (communication) and steamship lanes."

Saturday, April 21, 2012


And I don't know a soul who's not been battered

I don't have a friend who feels at ease

I don't know a dream that's not been shattered

or driven to its knees

But it's all right, it's all right

We've lived so well so long

Still, when I think of the road

we're traveling on

I wonder what went wrong

I can't help it, I wonder what went wrong

- Paul Simon,

"American Tune" (1975)

Saturday, April 21, 2012

Last week I wrote about our strange experience on the Broad Mountain and I would like to thank one reader, Bill H., for his information on one possible explanation for the sighting we made. He found information on something called skyfish or flying rods and forwarded me some YouTube links of various sightings.

Saturday, April 21, 2012

Well Boys and Girls, this week we're going to talk about my favorite topic-Food!

No, not what I like to eat, but what the Presidents liked to eat.

Marilyn Frable of Kunkletown was the guest speaker at the last Eldred Township Historical Society meeting and used us for guinea pigs. She teaches cooking classes at Northampton Community College and gave us a trial presentation of "A Visit to the White House Kitchen," upcoming summer classes for fourth and fifth graders.

First she gave us a quiz.

Saturday, April 21, 2012

Catching up recently with two of my nephews I hadn't seen in many years has been heartwarming. It took losing my brother last year to finally make that happen.

As in many families in the 1960s and 1970s, when there was a divorce in the family, the father often left his "old" children slip through their fingers. I know that is what happened with my brother, not once but twice.