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“There’s a Steelers fan,” the guy in the black and gold knit cap and Ben Roethlisberger jersey roared as he swallowed a mouthful of scrambled eggs and pointed his empty fork at me. I had just walked into the breakfast area at the Marriott Residence Inn in Denver, Colorado.
Tell me, someone, please, when we were kids back in the 50s were the blackbirds as big as they are today? Or the candy bars as small?
On my 40th birthday I wrote that until you turn 40 you really cannot comprehend how brief a period of time 10 years is.
I don’t write about politics. If I did, I’d be telling you to vote to retain Judge Tom Burke on November 3.
I took a new route from Pittston to Luzerne County Community College Friday morning: Interstate 81.
I came this close to playing hookey Wednesday. To picking up the phone and telling an answering machine at the college I was claiming one of the nearly 200 sick days I’ve built up.
I try to stay away from fast food restaurants, but it might surprise you to know it’s not because I think the food is unhealthy. All the medical experts claim it is, and maybe they’re right, but that’s not why I stay away.
You know me well enough to know I would never poke fun at the way someone speaks. So please don’t take it the wrong way when I urge you to read the following two lines – if you can – with an Indian accent. That’s the way I heard them and I don’t want to ruin the effect. (To parishioners of Our Lady of Mount Carmel Church: think Father Johnson.)
In the summer of my second year at the Dispatch, if memory serves, which would have been 1968, a call came in one Saturday afternoon that the roof of Duryea Lumber Company had blown off.
In his entire life my Dad was never fooled.
Ann Cocco couldn’t stay retired for long.
A rocket propelled grenade slams into the terrace outside of the bedroom window of the apartment he and his wife share in West Beirut, Lebanon. It makes a much louder sound than the routine gunfire to which they’ve become accustomed.
Joe Lello, of Jenkins Township, graduated from Dupont High School nearly 60 years ago but the memory of his class trip to Washington, D.C., is still vivid. That’s because it was more than just a class trip. It was also the funeral for his uncle Sylvester who was killed in action in World War II.
It isn’t often you see Superman walking along a street in Greater Pittston. That’s why Marilyn Zorgo, of Harding, just had to stop and find out what was going on.
Two daughters of a Pittston native and current resident are training vigorously and seeking sponsors for their participation in a three-day walk in Tampa, Florida, to benefit breast cancer research.
A mom of a 2-year-old battling leukemia finds comfort where she can. When Tracy Drummond ponders the ordeal her little boy Bobby has gone through during the past year, she keeps thinking of something she was told at the Janet Weiss Children’s Center in Danville: “He’ll never remember this … but you won’t forget it.”
I’ve spent the summer playing tennis, running, walking, doing push-ups and sit-ups and generally starving myself.
After accepting a citation from the Senate of Pennsylvania from Kelly Carroll, of the Pittston Memorial Library Board of Trustees, John P. Cosgrove turned to the crowd assembled Thursday night at the library in his honor and quipped, “Do I have to leave this here?”
A legend has passed.
Geographically, Greater Pittston lies in the northern portion of Luzerne County. But at election time, it is usually right smack in the middle.
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