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Saturday, November 19, 2011

The 8-by-10-inch, black and white framed photograph hangs on the wall of my office. It has occupied that space ever since I moved into this office almost a decade ago.

The picture's about 30 years old, taken at a newspaper convention in Hershey. In it is my wife, Mary (looking pretty), myself (boy, I was a lot thinner in those days) and a youthful looking Joe Paterno, the head football coach at Penn State University.

Paterno was the guest speaker at that convention. I was able to corner him long enough to say hello, shake hands with him, and ask him to pose for the picture.

Saturday, November 19, 2011

Let's talk turkey. You know, that ugly bird that tastes delicious and is the centerpiece on our Thanksgiving tables?

While perusing the Internet for some facts about the turkey, I learned:

Ÿ A young turkey is called a poult. (Is that short for poultry?)

Ÿ A male turkey is a stag and a female is a hen (Harry, my Hunter Man, disagrees. He says a male turkey is a "Tom" or a gobbler. I'm going with Hunter Man.)

Ÿ The domestic turkey originates in Mexico and was brought over by explorers in the 1500s. (I wonder if it had a Green card?)

Saturday, November 19, 2011

Today, while I shopped in the supermarket where I usually buy my meat, I was overcome with disgust. I could go so far as to call it revulsion.

Boneless chicken had doubled in price from a short while ago. Even ground beef went up $1 a pound.

The cereal aisle produced more sticker shock when I saw the brand I normally buy was close to $5 a box.

I consider myself a smart shopper. I'm a coupon clipper and I don't do all my grocery shopping at just one store. Instead, I read the ads each week and buy the specials at three different stores.

Saturday, November 19, 2011

Mushroom picking has long been a popular autumn activity in this part of the country. Whole families would often venture into the woodlands, picking bucketfuls which could then be dried or marinated for later consumption.

"A certain romance lends its fascination to this mysterious creature of the field and woodlands," a Tamaqua Courier writer said in his column a century ago. "In childhood we used to read how the fairies danced on the toadstool, and on the green rings of grass that often grow around them."

Saturday, November 19, 2011

By JIM AND CLAIRE CASTAGNERA

tneditor@tnonline.com

Jim:

By and large the younger generation is rude.

For instance, they don't flush. At least the young men who use the gym, where I work out, don't. I ask you: how hard is it to give a courtesy flush? Perhaps they don't see the handles. Maybe they think all public toilets and urinals have electric eyes and handle that little task automatically. Wrong! The worst part is that, because these jerks are almost all stronger and in better shape than I am, I have to grin and bear.

Saturday, November 19, 2011

Just when one thinks things will calm down this year, another scandal, political event or weather phenomenon seems to thrust itself into the forefront and eclipses everything prior to it. There seems to be no shortage of tragedy, but being that it is a few days before Thanksgiving, a time meant for giving thanks for the good things in our lives, I decided to share some stories to make you smile.

Saturday, November 12, 2011

By JIM AND CLAIRE CASTAGNERA

tneditor@tnonline.com

Jim:

Saturday, November 12, 2011

I'm no longer living in sin.

For better or for worse, my days as a bachelor are numbered.

After 13 years together, Linda and I finally decided to tie the knot.

Rather than make it a big to-do, we chose to keep things relatively low-key.

Like a bunch of Renegades in the Night, we opted to be joined together in holy matrimony by a local justice of the peace.

Right after the ceremony, we immediately hightailed it over to my mom, and then her mom, so that they could have a moment to share in our big day.

Saturday, November 12, 2011

It's hard to believe how the span of one generation can show such a marked decline in the integrity and character of our country especially its leaders both in government, academia and life. Forty years ago, we would never see the disrespect and lack of ethics proudly touted about in today's society. What in the world is happening? If you ask me, I think the world has lost its bloody mind.

Saturday, November 12, 2011

So bye-bye Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee,

But the levee was dry.

And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye,

Singin' "this'll be the day that I die,

"This'll be the day that I die.

It's been 40 years since singer/songwriter Don McLean immortalized the Chevrolet automobile in his classic song, "American Pie."

Actually American Pie is one of more than 700 songs in which the Chevy is mentioned. No other car even comes close.