Friday, December 9, 2016


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.

Saturday, February 25, 2012


I am a people watcher.

For me it is relaxing, very entertaining and a great way to pass time if I am in an airport, a bus station or the malls.

I like to just sit back with a cup of coffee and let my imagination run wild.

The people I see can be rich or poor, can be kings and queens, movie stars or just regular folk, in my mind.

I love to look at the styles of the younger generation.

I like looking at mothers and fathers with children and let my mind wonder back to those days when that was my husband and I.

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Could dinosaurs roam the world once more? Perhaps, but we are more likely to see a woolly mammoth if Russian scientists have their way. A story circulating the Internet this week discussed the successful resurrection of a long dead species of flower which was grown from fruit and seeds found in a squirrel's burrow which was frozen in permafrost in Siberia for the last 30,000 years. Supposedly once the seeds were thawed they were still viable resulting in the growth of this whitish flower.