My recent “Movember” awareness effort was an epic failure. An absolute disaster, like my unsuccessful write-in campaign. I am sorry folks, but I was forced to throw in the towel after a few days of growth. My lovely bride wasn’t impressed with the shaggy scruff above my lip. She gave me an ultimatum — shave
Good golly, Miss Molly. Time certainly flies when you’re having a ball. I can’t believe it’s already November. Fall is most definitely in the air, and the locals are amidst a transition on many fronts. High school football playoffs are here, and the basketball junkies are gearing up for another season soon. I am looking
I’ve been spending a great deal of time at my beloved alma mater of late. Yes, I find myself taking a stroll down memory lane every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday morning. A lot has changed in the past twenty years, but I still get goose bumps whenever I head to the Taj Mahal. It’s grand.
My sources tell me that something big is about to go down. Expect a major announcement regarding Elm Park and its future shortly. Breaking news. So I reached out to the Mayor for a little insight and perspective. But as of today, neither he, nor anyone from his office, had returned my emails or calls.
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away — I used to be really good. It’s true. So I can still stripe it better than most, but I haven’t made a five-foot putt in the past two months. It’s embarrassing. My lack of practice has to be the culprit, and I don’t get
Last week I mentioned that youth sports are in the midst of a major crisis. I’ve actually been doing lots of research on this topic too. Scary thought I know. I waited until I turned 40 to do my homework. So, I recently found some figures to support my claim. According to the findings of
