The old saying â€” based on the song â€” says that "only the good die young." And while I suppose that's partially true, at least, because I believe we all have at least a little bit of good in us, I've always struggled with that statement.
I think a lot of folks who die young probably aren't what we'd call "good" folks. But on many more occasions than we'd like to face, one of the good ones is taken from us way too early in life â€” in their lives and in ours.
When cancer took my grandpa from us, he was well along in his years â€” not many would have called him young â€” but I remember
So what's the deal with orange juice with pulp? Does anybody prefer it that way? I don't see where chewing my orange juice makes it any more delectable.
I feel that OJ that needs to be run through a Brita filter is something that shouldn't be sold to the public. With OJ with pulp, I feel if I really wanted to, I could reconstruct part of orange from the pieces left behind. Maybe I could use tomato paste to glue it together since they are fellow fruits.
For those of us who are sports fans, it's been a rough couple of days.
I'm writing this column on Friday morning, and it's been about five days now since I've watched or listened to a meaningful game for one of our Pittsburgh teams.
With a sports schedule specifically designed to keep the fan constantly entertained, this is a rarity in Pittsburgh.
All year, we have something going on, and only in football season do we encounter such a regular layoff. We've grown accustomed to that.
Welcome to jumping on the bandwagon!!! The Bucco bandwagon that is.
If you're not a baseball fan, I'm talking about the Pittsburgh Pirates, who haven't had a winning season since 1992.
Back when I was a kid growing up, in Parma, Ohio, in 1962, I enjoyed listening to Cleveland Indians games on the radio at night (back then, there were like 50 games a year on television).
I also enjoyed keeping score, which you don't see much of anymore, at Pirates games or any games.
The most distressing thing about my years of following the Indians was that they never won anything.
Recently, we've been receiving rĂ©sumĂ©s and conducting interviews to fill our vacant sports writer position, and I'm going to tip off anyone who interviews with me in the future here, but one of the questions that I just love to ask is this: "We're in the business of telling stories, so what's your story?"
And you know what I love about this question? It's so open-ended and vague, that it forces a bit of on-the-spot creativity â€” or it did until I just gave it away.
I was talking to my grandma the other day at our weekly lunch appointment, and through our conversation â€” and not because she came out and said it â€” I realized that I might be a little bit off.
I don't think I'm full-on crazy or anything (but then again, who does, right?), but it started to dawn on me that maybe, just maybe, I'm a little bit off.
What made me realize it was that I was describing something that I thought was a common experience among all of humanity, and she didn't seem to share the same sentiment with me.
Everyone knows that Pennsylvania has a rich and colorful history, but what trivial facts do you really know about the state?
Do you know, for instance, that Pennsylvania is called a commonwealth rather than a state?
And everyone should have learned in history class that our nickname is the Keystone State, but what does the word "Pennsylvania" mean?
Everyone knows that the first part was named for William Penn, the founder of the state.
Well, not quite. The government of King Charles II in 1681 owed Penn's father, Admiral William Penn, a great deal of money.
This weekend, we will celebrate Father's Day, and while that's what I'd really like to talk about, I'd like to say, first of all, that I understand that by nature, this Hallmark holiday is not one that is to be celebrated by everyone this year.
As a lifetime fan of racing â€” both local dirt tracks and major circuits â€” the passing of NASCAR/sprint driver Jason Leffler at a race in New Jersey hit me especially hard when I saw the last photo he'd posted on his Twitter feed â€” one of him and his son standing by the fence at a race track.
I can smell it in the air, the aroma of hot sausage sandwiches and funnel cakes being prepared to feed the hungry masses at the Firemen's Old Home Week carnival grounds located behind the Punxy Plaza.
Wait a minute, what's that?
It's not going to happen this year?
No carnival, no hot sausage sandwiches or spinny carnival rides, no bearded lady or man.
Friday night, I had the pleasure of covering one of the most important annual events in the town of Punxsutawney.
Right up there beside Groundhog Day is the day that we see off another year's worth of students from the high school and send them out into the world.
We hope that the 13 years of education they've received has prepared them for the next phase of their lives and trust that the 18-or-so years they have spent gaining education outside the classroom in this town has done the same.