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
“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
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
It’s a mess. And now it’s all yours to clear up. Over time, too many hands tweaked this thing, dropped the ball, subtracted important aspects, added pet projects and then they dumped it in your lap to fix. You get to untangle the knots. You must replace unneeded with helpful and reclaim a reputation. It
Look out, Lou Ferrigno, aka, the Incredible Hulk. Williamsport has its own Incredible Hulk, and his name is Tom Cillo. I, like most everyone in the Williamsport area, have known Tom for decades for a multitude of things, including his outstanding representation of “Raider Nation” to his willingness to eat a poinsettia (he claims they’re
Life is built on choices. In his poem, The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost reflects on the wonder and mystery of the choices we make, and the direction life takes. In case you’re not familiar with it, here it is in its entirety: Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not
