I bit into a ‘mater sammich, a favorite late summer treat. The sweet smooth mayonnaise flowed around my tongue and teeth. I savored the moist meaty ripeness of a fruit that just moments earlier had been part of a plant-drooping cluster in our garden.
The folks in and around Brockway are having their summer fun spoiled because of the persistent presence of Canada geese — more specifically, the doo-doo dropped by the geese, which becomes a don’t-don’t when people step on it or smell it.
I feel threatened. I might be in danger of extinction through irrelevance.
I never fold a fitted bottom bed sheet properly.
I have not lived in or near DuBois for 18 years, but I was delighted by last week’s news that the city has received a $710,000 grant to modernize the flood control measures that were first put in in 1972, almost a half-century ago.
The power went out and the discoveries commenced.
I was always aware of cousins.
I can’t tell who those people are on TV or in the newspapers.
I am still not sure who will get my vote for President tomorrow.
I might have enjoyed making my living as a long-haul big-rig truck driver instead of as a journalist — except for the long haul, big-rig 18-wheel tractor-trailer.