Wednesday, April 1, 2015


Saturday, November 29, 2014

Stress. We've all experienced it. Life is full of hassles, deadlines, frustrations and demands. Our jobs, marriage, children and bills all contribute to stress. Now add the holiday season to that list.

Whew! I'm really stressed now!

How many times do we hear procrastinators (me included) say, "I work best under pressure." But when constantly running in stress mode, our mind and body pay the price. It can cause depression, mood swings, eating problems and physical ailments.

Saturday, November 22, 2014

I was talking with a group of friends over the weekend and the discussion turned to the bizarre, specifically strange happenings while driving.

We were sharing legends we heard about our areas, and one of my friends mentioned that one night on his way home he was traveling at a good rate of speed when all of a sudden he saw two figures just ahead step out on the highway and within striking distance, yet as the car was about to hit the pair they disappeared.

Saturday, November 22, 2014

Holiday gatherings from Thanksgiving through New Years can be wonderful and memorable occasions.

They can also be stressful and the fuel that sparks hurt feelings and family feuds.

If you are the one hosting a dinner or party, the bulk of that stress will, by default, land on your lap. While there are things you can do to help reduce that stress, your guests can and should do their part to help things run smoothly.

Saturday, November 22, 2014

My wife, Marie, a native of New Columbus, was talking on the phone to her 47-year-old son (my stepson) and asking him when he was going to have supper and what was on the menu.

She underscored her concern over the number of hours he was working and whether he was getting enough sleep. "Make sure you go to bed early tonight," she instructed.

Until recently, each school day our granddaughter and grandson, both 16, got off the school bus right in front of our home. Marie had to be at the front door to eyeball their leaving the bus and walking the 10 yards to our door.

Saturday, November 22, 2014

(This scene takes place inside Joan's refrigerator the night before Thanksgiving.)

"Yo, Tom. How's it goin'? Long time no see! Looks like you're all trussed up and ready to go."

"Hey there Filling (Stuffing). Good to smell you, too. You're looking mighty tasty there Green Bean Casserole."

Saturday, November 22, 2014


During the Thanksgiving season, the emphasis is on saying thank you for all our immense blessings.

I've always tried to make the prayer before our Thanksgiving meal more meaningful. And I've always failed.

We tried the go-around the table bit and have each person name one thing for which they are grateful. It got repetitive because most of us said we were most grateful for our family.

Saturday, November 22, 2014



An interesting development has occurred within the borough of Summit Hill in the past month. On one side is the Summit Hill Borough Council, which has announced that they would like to see the water authority dissolved and absorbed into the borough as a department. On the other side of the coin, the water authority wants to remain a somewhat independent entity. The real driving force between the two are resources both financial and personnel.

Saturday, November 15, 2014

I received an email that brought tears to my eyes. It had a message of "Little things lead to big things."

If you have a computer, please look on the Internet for "Brokaw, the greatest generation and the candy bomber." It will be a 13-minute YouTube video. But it's worth every second.

It is the story of Col. Gail S. "Hal" Halvorsen, now a 94-year-old retired career officer and command pilot in the United States Air Force. He is known as the Candy Bomber.

Saturday, November 15, 2014

It wasn't a typical Thanksgiving.

We finished eating a turkey meal, except for Mom.

She wasn't eating. Her appetite was fading. I suppose she wasn't feeling well, but I wasn't sure. Communication had become an issue. Mom didn't say much, as always. She'd never tell us if she was sick. Of course, that was the norm. Mom never complained, not once in her life.

But this was different. Mom no longer spoke full sentences.

She'd look at me and smile. She loved me as much as ever. But she no longer knew my name.

Saturday, November 15, 2014

My neighbor Tom, who is 91, became a lot younger this week.

Tom mostly stays in his yard feeding the squirrels. In all my years here, I don't believe I ever saw him walking on our street.

But this week I saw a younger man with a skip to his steps walking a dog down the street. When I looked closer, I was surprised to see that it was Tom.

His smile was ear to ear as he practically danced across the street to show me his new charge. It was his granddaughter's dog, he said, and he was in charge of baby-sitting the dog while she went away for the day.