Monthly Archives: August 2011

Radio DaZe: Meet the new boss: The next few months went by very fast. I was learning more about my craft every day and I was happy being a new father. Happy other than the fact that my son must … Continue reading →

I hate it when people throw cigarette butts out of the car window. In general I think littering should be a bigger crime than it is. It’s rude vile and disgusting. But in case of the butts it’s dangerous too. … Continue reading →

WEEKENDER Column: I hate to add to the tsunami of ink about the Judged Mark Ciavarella. Other, better scribes than myself have done it more justice. But I do have a few things that I think need to be underlined. … Continue reading →

Here’s something you can do in your spare time. Get your local TV or radio station in trouble and possibly cost it $325,000 or more. All you have to do is get one of the “seven deadly words” on the … Continue reading →

Tuesday Review: Barney’s Version 2010 R 134 minutes I dislike films that live in multiple flashbacks. It is a personal thing, having to do with a short attention span and a faulty memory. I get confused early on when the … Continue reading →

I have been observing driving habits here in Northeast Pa for the better part of three decades. I have come to understand that the Pennsylvania Department of Transportation driver’s manual is a work of fiction rivaled only by fairytales and … Continue reading →

The road I live on in rural PA, while heavily traveled, is not overly populated. In fact for three miles in either direction you can count the number of homes visible from this busy road on the fingers of one … Continue reading →

Some of the names here have been changed to protect the guilty and the innocent. In the big scheme of things this is not at the top of the list. But still it baffles me why anyone in this economy … Continue reading →

Aggregate Saturday: I have decided to not return to L.C.C.C. as an instructor this semester. In almost 12 years I have only missed one other semester, and that was when pressures at the radio station forced my hand. This time … Continue reading →

Poor old Scranton (that’s Scra-ann to some). It’s always been the butt of jokes and ridicule but now the joke has spread to the funny pages. Back in the days of vaudeville Scranton and Wilkes-Barre both were fairly important stops … Continue reading →