What’s for dinner? The answer to that can be gotten by opening your refrigerator door. Are the makings of a salad there? The ingredients for a recipe you’ve been dying to try? Cold OJ, eggs, leftover pizza, or dim sum? OK, now, shut the door — we’re not refrigerating the neighborhood, you know — then
There are people in this country Who work hard every day Not for fame or fortune do they strive But the fruits of their labor Are worth more than their pay And it’s time a few of them were recognized. Hello, Detroit auto workers, Let me thank you for your time You work a forty-hour
We are Travelers — and there are two roads on the map. One leads to Death, the other to Life. You are traveling one of those roads right now. We have already established that we are born traveling the road to Death. By the way, this is the third article in a series called Two
’Tis the season — Little League World Series season, to be precise: that time of year when local writers and sports fans love to reflect on America’s favorite pastime. But despite a generous schedule of games in those lovely Southside stadiums, one can’t spend all one’s time at the ballpark. (I know, I know; if
“I’ve always wanted to take a long train trip.” Local travel-writer Joseph W. Smith III hears this wistful wish about once a week—especially from folks who’ve seen one of his social-media posts about riding Amtrak through the Southwest, the Rockies or the Appalachian wilds. But long-distance rail-travel is not easy from Central PA, where our
Your name is Traveler. It’s possible no one has ever called you by that name. It’s possible you’ve never identified yourself by that name. It makes no difference. It is your name. It’s always been your name. It is my name, too. By the way, this is the second article in the series called Two
Time is flying by, but that is nothing new. Spring quickly turns into summer, and in the blink of an eye, the leaves are changing, and the air gets crisp — Ahhh, sweet, sweet fall. I get excited to think about my favorite months here. Sorry, summer people. Listen, I enjoy summer too. Just not
You’re talking to yourself again. And why not? A conversation with someone glib and interesting is fun, even when it’s one-sided. Reminders, debates, profundity, nobody listens to you better than you. Sure, it might look funny. You’re probably teased for talk-talk-talking to thin air. But as in “End of Active Service” by Matt Young, maybe
As the school year gears up and the season slowly shifts, many of you may be planning some fall photo sessions. Over the next few articles, I’ll be dissecting what to wear and how to coordinate for the perfect shot to share with loved ones for years to come. First up, we’re tackling the family
Even though returning to school is on the horizon and the end of summer is calling, the days are still humid and hot. And we are probably looking at a warm and sticky fall. In years past, you may have been preparing to pack up your linen items by late August, but linen is no
OK, so I first have to start right out by making a correction on last week’s column. By the time I caught it, it was already off to print. Most of you know I wrote about my son last week because we had just celebrated his birthday. I talked about how many Legos he has
