Tuesday, September 19, 2017


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 UrbanDictionary.com, 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.

Saturday, February 25, 2012

I don't need the groundhog.

I always know when springtime is coming because that's when I get a doozie of a headcold. And right now I have it. My head is more blocked up than the Lehigh Tunnel on a holiday weekend.

So I can safely predict that springtime in the Rockies is coming our way very soon.

Of course, it seems everyone is sick right now or just getting over sickness such as bronchitis, sinus infections, pneumonia, you name it. It's not a surprise. The winter has been too mild.

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Well, Fat Tuesday has come and gone. It has become just another delightful gastric memory, thanks to some special people.

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Reality television is big business in our society, evidenced by the likes of Paris Hilton and the Kardashian family, whose claims to fame are simply built on being famous.

A century ago, the coal region had its own personality who parlayed a well-promoted spending trip to New York City into a book and a national speaking tour. A New York Times writer once called Jay Jay McDevitt, a self-proclaimed humorist-philosopher from Wilkes-Barre, "the valiant hero of vainglory."

At 5-11 and weighing 170 pounds, sporting "high grade clothes," McDevitt was a striking public figure.