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Sunday, September 25, 2016
On the Road with Tom
Of course Maine isn’t going to let my wife and me go south without a winter fight. I expected a line of neighbors throwing snowballs at our car as we left; instead, we woke up to a storm in the process of dumping 6 to 12 inches on top of the foot we got two days ago. We weren’t going to let it stop us. (Photos by Tom Sadowski) - See more at: http://www.freepressonline.com/Content/Columnists/Tom-s-On-The-Road-series/Article/On-the-Road-with-Tom-Sadowski-Part-1/50/779/37036#sthash.o0xUx5LC.dpuf
Thursday, September 22, 2016 10:21 AM
It is hard not to notice that yard sales persist, even though we have discussed these marketplaces in the past. We concluded that our possessions meet at night, decide that something must be done and then force us . . .
  • My wife often accuses me of … oh wait; that’s never a good way to start a sentence and certainly not a column. It is best to say that she sometimes “suggests” I take on too many jobs that should be handled by professionals. . . .
  • Back in college, meaningful conversations were a dime a dozen. Bob Howard from across the hall would walk into my dorm room at 7:45 in the morning and say, “Wake up! Do you want to go to breakfast? Do you believe in . . .
  • Those of you who read the Free Press will often be entertained by delightful information presented in the regular columns. Routinely, you will be thrilled with the details of upcoming events and even get a laugh from news . . .
  • It’s midsummer and, in my neighborhood, you have to watch out for the unsavory local gangs who will give you trouble on these hot, annoying afternoons if they catch you unaware. . . .
  • Planning a remodel or a new building? You might want to spend some time getting to know your builder before committing to any projects that you will have to live with for, oh I don’t know, the next 25 years. . . .
  • August is, of course, Get Acquainted with Kiwifruit Month. This is the perfect time to invite your neighborhood kiwifruit over for a backyard barbeque or, more ideally, a Sunday brunch and when they arrive, ask them warmly . . .
  • My bedside alarm clock is an unnecessary complicated piece of electronics. In 2008 I set it to National Public Radio for my morning wake-up call and since I lost the operator’s manual, it would take dedicated . . .
  • People often stop me in the street to ask, “Is puttering the path to self-fulfillment and world peace?” They are concerned that puttering is great as a recreational activity but shouldn’t we all be getting down to business? . . .
  • About a dozen years ago, a fellow townsperson, better known as “a guy,” called me with an urgent message. There was going to be a public meeting that evening at the town office when our elected officials . . .
  • During the awkward time when I was young, parents didn’t have frank discussions with their children about life. I never got the chance to ask questions to satisfy my burning curiosity on certain subjects. . . .
  • Now that I’m over 30, I’m getting a little concerned over how short our lives are. Someone is bound to stand up at my funeral to say, “He led a long and productive life.” No, no; if indeed I was productive then . . .
  • It has bothered me for some time that Chinese fortune cookies rarely contain a fortune or prophesy. What you get today after that great-tasting, sodium-laden Asian meal is a cookie delivering advice . . .
  • The wacky idea came to me in late May: I could slip into the Democratic National Convention coming up in Philadelphia by posing, of all things, as a journalist. After all, I do have some press credentials . . .
  • You won’t remember this but your dad used to be Superman before the family came along. I’m not suggesting that family is like kryptonite but a young man’s power and invincibility, both real and imaginary . . .
  • My wife was out of town so, perusing the paper, I found a free movie and discussion were being offered at the library by the local philosophical society. There are many reasons to be attracted . . .
  • National Bike Month just ended, sort of. The League of American Bicyclists celebrates the entire month of May as National Bike Month, except they complicate it with a National Bike . . .
  • So, what do spats, buggy whips and top hats have to do with VHS tapes, floppy disks and 8-track tapes? Nothing: spats, whips and hats might come back into widespread style . . .
  • Growing up male in the United States as part of the baby boomer generation, a guy like me learned a lot of useful things. I learned that Jupiter has 12 moons, spelling bees are the . . .
  • Spring is here in full force. Building projects that have been in cold storage have suddenly thawed and come to life along with my weather-beaten and frost-damaged neighbors. . . .
  • I got an e-mail the other day from The Daughter. Oh yes, my wife and I had a baby girl back during the Reagan administration. We failed to have a name ready the second she was born . . .