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Enjoy beauty, pledge of winter’s wondrous light


Brrr-r-r-r! It’s cold out there!

It’s just a game


I’m not much of a sports fan, nor was I ever a competitive athlete in school.

John Grindrod: Cooking and the single man (or woman)


When it comes to what must be done to sustain life, eating really does head the list. Like so many, including my lovely daughters Shannon and Katie, I’ve developed over time a growing fascination with cooking. I think a part of the intrigue comes from the exposure cooking has gotten both in social media outlets and on television. And while I’m surely not interested in engaging in any cooking competitions against the likes of superstar foodies like Bobby Flay and Gordon Ramsay, whose culinary talents have allowed them to bank millions, I do like, especially on weekends, to see what I can do knocking out a recipe. Back in a former life when there was someone else here to do the cooking, to me, the kitchen merely was a shortcut to get from the living room to the family room.

David Trinko: After further review, the camera’s great


You’ve probably seen those commercials from an insurance provider where someone throws a challenge flag, and an instant replay crew comes running in to show what really happened.

Startled in the dark


When you live beside a river — literally within spitting distance — and pay daily attention to nature and the riverine environs just beyond your doorstep, you get to know that particular stretch of stream landscape intimately.

Food allergies are no yolk


“Then the Whos, young and old, would sit down to a feast. And they’d feast! And they’d feast! And they’d FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! They would feast on Who-pudding, and rare Who-roast beast.” — Dr. Seuss’s “How the Grinch Stole Christmas”

Painted skies and bothersome crows


On a recent early evening, as the sun sank below the horizon and day headed into night, my wife called to me from the living room.

John Grindrod: Among all spoken words, some are more special


Language, whether it be in spoken or written form, is indeed a gift. That was a message I tried to impart to the scores of young people who passed through my classroom doors from my first year in 1973 through my final year in education in 2005.

Walmart store is where we go


This is the store where I bought my shirt, my shorts, my socks, my shoes, that I’m wearing right now. This is the store where I got my cell phone. This is the store that the people help me check out when stuff doesn’t scan correctly and they type in the right serial number on the cat water fountain I bought last week. And this is the store where I get a refreshing drink at the Subway and they always have a kind word for me. This is the store where I bought my bananas and the girl working there was so green she didn’t know that green was green and ripe is yellow. This is the store where General Tso’s chicken is made fresh right there and the deli dude serves it with a smile. This is the store where the lady in the bakery always helped me find the cherry pie when I can’t see it right away. And never minds helping a not so young guy. This is the store that the two dudes in electronics are always helpful finding whatever gadget I need. And this is the store where people who are on break always help me find whatever I’m looking for including a cat water fountain.

Be your own boss


I hope you won’t mind, but this week I thought I’d shift gears a bit and talk a little business. How many times have you entertained the idea of a nomadic life working in your pajamas, having more flexible hours, spending more time with family, and the promise of unlimited financial potential? Believe me, I get it. Unfortunately, all may not be as it seems.


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