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As I ponder what this “new normal” in America is going to look like, not to mention when it will settle in, the only word to describe my feelings right now is “abnormal.” I should be at the college right… Continue Reading

A recent trip to the Delaware shore got me thinking about something I shared in a blog several years ago. My measure of a pizza, I wrote back then, is how the leftovers hold up cold the next morning. My… Continue Reading

I looked forward to introducing Pat Stella at the Greater Pittston Chamber of Commerce Annual Autumn Breakfast Meeting last Friday. Pat is president of the chamber board. I’ve always admired her. She’s chair of McDonald’s NEPA Co-op (yes, that McDonald’s)… Continue Reading

I love this town. Sure, it has its flaws, but Pittston is my home. And when I think of it, my thoughts find far more positives than negatives. As such, I love all things Pittston. And want others to as… Continue Reading

“God loves me,” I told the gathering of the Back Mountain Men’s Ecumenical Group Tuesday morning at their weekly breakfast meeting at Irem Country Club. “He loves you, too, of course,” I continued. “And you should always be aware of… Continue Reading

My measure of a pizza is how the leftovers hold up cold next next morning. Some mighty fine pizzas hot out of the oven just don’t have it the next day. My measure of a book is how it makes… Continue Reading