Saturday, October 25, 2014

Where We Live

Saturday, January 22, 2011

I had a discussion with a friend of mine a few weeks ago about schools and the state of the school systems in general. This led to a general discussion of classes and subjects we enjoyed in school as well as those which really made no sense or seemed to not have any practical application. I thought back over my education both in high school and college and realized that I did enjoy much of my formal schooling and in retrospect I think even classes that made no sense do have practical applications.

Saturday, January 8, 2011


I've gotten to hate airports. Hate is a strong word but an appropriate one.

I've written n the past how my 5-year-old grandson loves trains. He also likes airplanes.

No matter what we're doing, if we're outside he stops in his tracks if a plane passes overhead. If it's a jet high in the clouds, we usually hear it before we see it so we try to outdo each other regarding who will spot it first.

Last week, we saw a jet from our back porch. He said to me, "I like looking at it but I'd rather be in it."

Saturday, December 18, 2010

It seems like Christmas comes a bit earlier each year. Between store displays, Christmas songs on the radio, and holiday decorations on the streets, it feels like we began celebrating Christmas in mid-November.

Saturday, December 11, 2010


I recently bought a copy of the 1951 film version of "A Christmas Carol" on DVD.

I was thrilled that this British production, which starred Alastair Sim as Ebenezer Scrooge, was finally available on disc. I have an old VHS tape of it that has begun to wear out after repeated viewings through the years.

Saturday, December 4, 2010


After reading horror stories in the newspaper and hearing about the prolonged security checks on television, I steeled myself for a bad time at the airport on Wednesday.

Our arrival time at the Wilkes-Barre airport was slightly after 4 a.m. and our flight was supposed to take off at 6 o'clock for Newark Airport, where we would change planes for our final destiny - Las Vegas.

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Ready or not, the mad holiday rush is in full effect.

If you're like me, chances are you're stuffed like a turkey right about now.

With yet another delicious Thanksgiving meal firmly tucked away in my stomach, I feel as though I'm about ready to deliver a bird.

For those of you who crave a good old-fashioned Turkey Day dinner, the good news is there may still be plenty of leftovers to be had.

Raise your hand if you were among those who ate, watched football and fell asleep in that exact sequence of events.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

I refrain usually on commenting on stories that I cover as part of my designated duties, but some recent items with regard to Mahoning Township has really led me to wonder about a few things which actually don't relate to the township as much as it does to organizations that have some roles in the municipality.

Saturday, November 13, 2010


I had the opportunity last weekend to visit my hometown. The anticipation of returning to where I grew up and went to school, and the chance to catch up with a few dear old friends, got me thinking about my high school days and in particular, about one of my favorite teachers.

Saturday, November 6, 2010


Today would be my grandfather's birthday. Robert "Ruby" Leickel would be well over 130 if he was still living.

It's strange I remember his birthday. I generally have a hard time remembering dates and phone numbers.

I thought of him after the election was held this week. It was obvious by the results that people are having tough times; that they want major changes, not only in Washington and Harrisburg, but in our country in general.

Saturday, October 30, 2010

It's a sunny spring morning in the late 1950s. I'm 8 years old, and, arms outstretched to keep my balance, I'm jumping from tie to tie along the rails of the tracks that run through my small home town. Inky, a black Labrador Retriever, ambles along beside me.

A few feet behind me, Harriet strolls along, twirling Inky's leash and keeping an ear out for the thrumming warning of an oncoming train. Harriet is middle-aged; she and her husband have no children of their own, but Harriet is a magnet for neighborhood kids.