Sunday, August 28, 2016


Saturday, August 15, 2015


As you know I like to use this space to share some humor I received from friends.

The following was sent to me recently and I think you'll find it humorous.


One year, I decided to buy my mother-in-law a cemetery plot as a Christmas gift. The next year, I didn't buy her a gift. When she asked me why, I replied, "Well, you still haven't used the gift I bought you last year!"

And that's how the fight started ...

Saturday, August 8, 2015

I waited long for this day. One and one-half years.

Yet it's a day nobody would want.

Here I am standing close to him, nearly within arm's reach.

But a district attorney is positioned between us and five sheriff deputies just a step away.

Convicted killer Anthony Heath is tall and lanky, round-shouldered with poor posture.

I'm surprised to see he's wearing a purple shirt, street clothes. His hands are shackled to his belt.

I glare at him. He looks back at me with vacuous eyes.

There's nothing there.

Saturday, August 8, 2015


The Wall Street Journal ran a recent story that tickled me.

Even the headline would get your attention: First date in a nursing home.

The articles went on to detail an innovative dating service at Hebrew Nursing Home in Riverdale, New York.

Residents in their 70s, 80s and even 90s are going on dates again. The nursing home provides opportunities for men and women to meet at the home's riverside café.

If they hit it off, they can arrange their own future outings.

Saturday, August 8, 2015

Last year while visiting Becky and future son-in-law living in Mineral Wells, Texas, they took us to several different places to eat. So when we were visiting them last week, I told Becky I wanted to go back to a little gas station/convenience store, Tommy's, for their delicious crispitos.

Saturday, August 8, 2015


As they say, life just keeps rolling along.

This spring our oldest granddaughter got her driver's license. It seems like just yesterday I was pushing her on a swing, going for walks in a stroller and watching her learn how to ride her bike.

She is a smart girl and takes driving very seriously.

But this story is not about Maddie. It is about the car she is driving.

It is a four-door, dark cherry 1998 Honda Accord with miles galore on the odometer. Over the years the color has turned from cherry to eggplant/purple.

Saturday, August 1, 2015


It's only a medium-size cutting board but I can't find room for it as I walk through my kitchen trying to fit it into a cabinet. It doesn't fit anywhere that makes sense.

I use the board every day so it has to be handy. If only I had a convenient location where it would fit.

Once again I find myself thinking I need more room in my small kitchen. So I take an inventory of my limited space and try to figure out how to get more storage room.

Saturday, August 1, 2015


Too often we as parents find ourselves in overdrive when it comes to parenting our children, running a home and working a full-time job.

We are sleep deprived, overworked and feel under-appreciated.

We do a tightrope walk daily, finding our balance somewhere between the life we used to have and the life we have now.

Saturday, July 25, 2015


As many motorists on the Pennsylvania Turnpike are finding out, convenience comes at a cost.

Yes, the recently opened Route 903 E-ZPass interchange significantly cuts down on the time you spend in your vehicle, depending on your destination.

E-ZPass customers, particularly those in Penn Forest Township, who work in Wilkes-Barre or Allentown will have a quicker commute.

Race fans from out of the area heading to Pocono Raceway, you most likely will have an easier trip as well.

Saturday, July 25, 2015


I live in a place that is definitely a little piece of Floridian paradise. The first time I drove through the area I could hardly keep my eyes on the road because I was so entranced with the spectacular scenery.

Palm trees swayed along the streets. Water danced with reflected sunlight that made the water look like piles of jewels. Best yet, At sunset the water turned a fiery red as dozens of fascinating shore birds I had never seen before swooped down to the water to find dinner.

Saturday, July 25, 2015
DONALD R. SERFASS/TIMES NEWS John Bova, son of a lost miner, kneels to gain leverage as he heaves coal from one bin to another during Lansford No. 9 Mine's coal shoveling competition.

America was built on coal.

When you look at the skyscrapers of New York, think coal.

Coal fired the furnaces to forge steel that built the towering buildings and great bridges.

Coal gave us everything: railroads, jobs, industry, canned food, trolleys, roller coasters. You name it.

Coal was easy and cheap.

But mining was dangerous. It provided various ways to die: cave-ins, explosions, suffocation.

And so coal carries a tremendous legacy, especially for mining descendants.