From the front page of The Adirondack Arrow on December 3, 1931:
BELIEVE IT OR NOT
Christmas is just around the corner. There are but 18 more shopping days. Probably a great many of us have done very little of our Christmas buying. We have heard a lot about “depression” but it’s our private opinion that Santa Claus fails to take much if any stock in such talk. It is possible that presents will be more practicable than in some previous years but take it from me this is one time in the whole yea ...
Friday night is “date night” for Egan and I (although….with no kids in the house, isn’t every night “date night?”). Most Fridays, when we aren’t cocktailing it up in the hood, we head to the beloved Strand Theatre to give Bob and Helen a hard time, and to catch the latest Hollywood releases. Last Friday, Egan and I took in “Eat, Pray, Love”, and we loved all 2 hours of it (despite Egan complaining that his butt was falling asleep). Usually, when I read a book and then see the movie adaptation, I ...
The quintessential Adirondack know-it-all (QUAK) declares the 2010 summer an interminable fiasco. Lotta loose change, lotta people, lotta noise, Marilynn Monroe returns in the role of Express Editor, and the Inlet Hot Screamers women’s softball team won our hearts, but lost the championship game to a bunch of buckeyes from Ohio. Rats!
Dear Mr. Bighead, according to nationwide voter approval surveys, our nonsectarian, anchor baby President is receiving failing marks for ...
In last week’s column I attempted to answer grandson Tecwyn’s request to equate fishing quality from the time I was his age until today. I explained that there were two parts to the answer. One was the numbers and quality of the fish, and the other comparing the gear. The first part was covered in last week’s column.
My recollections of the numbers and quality of the fish in the forties are not too far different than they are today. However, the memories of the quality and convenience of the g ...
