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Small Town Scandals: May 2008
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A compilation of musings from the dark and dreary - but always gorgeous - western pa. May 27, 2008. Blah, Blah, Gas Prices, Blah. You see, to complain about a gas price is like beating your child for dropping a plate of spaghetti: There's nothing you can do about it. That's why I flinch each time a co-worker or passerby pontificates the evils of an oil corporation or political stance. To paraphrase a couple of the entries: (please note I'm not making up these lines). Typically, we go to the beach for a w...
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Small Town Scandals: June 2008
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A compilation of musings from the dark and dreary - but always gorgeous - western pa. Jun 19, 2008. Thanks for the heads up, DEP. While perusing the PG today I run across this article in which the Department of Environmental Protection (DEP) has warned citizens that ash from a landslide contained the hazardous material arsenic. Nice to see our regulatory agencies are really keeping on top of their game, isn't it? Tags: arsenic and old lace. Jun 18, 2008. Each morning I get to my desk, log on and then go ...
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Small Town Scandals: My parents quit drinking
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A compilation of musings from the dark and dreary - but always gorgeous - western pa. Aug 11, 2008. My parents quit drinking. I arrived home today at the typical time, half past five-ish, to an odd aroma. Scaling the stairs, I immediately knew something was afoot. Generally, each morning upon waking up, the whiff of Folger's in my cup gets me off and running to the shower, the sink, the breakfast nook and out the door. But why on this sun-soaked late summer afternoon was a pot of coffee brewing? Judging ...
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Small Town Scandals: Here's to You, Disgusting White Crust on the Milk Jug
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A compilation of musings from the dark and dreary - but always gorgeous - western pa. Aug 25, 2008. Here's to You, Disgusting White Crust on the Milk Jug. Here's to you, disgusting white crust on the milk jug. You're always there to flake off and gross me out on the rare occasion I open your container. Sure, I don't drink as much milk as a growing boy probably should. Is that enough reason to hate on me? Milk does a body good. Wait, you're still a growing boy? Your 24 dude. You've been out of college.
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Small Town Scandals: The Ghosts of Tomorrow
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A compilation of musings from the dark and dreary - but always gorgeous - western pa. Aug 26, 2008. The Ghosts of Tomorrow. Tonight marked the first time in awhile a few of us assembled at the always formidable Star Grille on the West Side of Winfield. As you would expect, as the baskets of wings and pitchers of beer were rendered nothing more than empty plastic molds, conversation turned to days gone by. Tonight we discussed the past - in all its glory: The blindness of the day-long tailgates for Pitt f...
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Small Town Scandals: September 2008
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A compilation of musings from the dark and dreary - but always gorgeous - western pa. Sep 24, 2008. What a great time to be an American! I should have figured I was on to something back in the spring of 2004. Prof. Hettler popped us a quiz in Macro, and me, being completely unprepared did nothing but write "Laissez-faire" in giant capital letters across the five question exam. He gave me a 2 out of 5, which wasn't bad. At least I showed some effort. President Bush is about to speak in a few minutes. ...
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Small Town Scandals: Dude, they're PIRATES!!!
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A compilation of musings from the dark and dreary - but always gorgeous - western pa. Oct 22, 2008. Dude, they're PIRATES! Alright, I can't take it anymore. I saw this story. Oh, and I forgot to mention that, during this entire escapade, the United States Navy has had the seized ship surrounded. The United States Navy. Ya know, the most powerful maritime force (aside from Niagara Falls) in the history of the world. When was the last time a band of ye ole Pirates did anything even remotely effective?
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Small Town Scandals: February 2008
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A compilation of musings from the dark and dreary - but always gorgeous - western pa. Feb 27, 2008. Facebook Unsure of Penguins' Trade. While others believed "Hossa's great, but not worth the price we payed," and there were the skeptics who remained "unsure :-/.". I'll follow the Pens, can't say I'm a diehard, but I give credit to those who are. Hockey is a tough sport to be a fan of. Your games are on Versus and the league is consistently fighting for its mainstream survival. How quickly many forgot the...
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Small Town Scandals: August 2008
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A compilation of musings from the dark and dreary - but always gorgeous - western pa. Aug 26, 2008. The Ghosts of Tomorrow. Tonight marked the first time in awhile a few of us assembled at the always formidable Star Grille on the West Side of Winfield. As you would expect, as the baskets of wings and pitchers of beer were rendered nothing more than empty plastic molds, conversation turned to days gone by. Tonight we discussed the past - in all its glory: The blindness of the day-long tailgates for Pitt f...
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Small Town Scandals: Hoop Life
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A compilation of musings from the dark and dreary - but always gorgeous - western pa. Oct 21, 2008. The majority of the group bounded up the stairs with the typical Friday night excitement. A slim minority trailed behind them, contemplating each stair and how many times they'd climbed them. The eternity of those stairs was outdone by the narrow hallway, miles long and lit now only by a glowing red exit sign and fluorescent white seeping in under the door. You see, for as long as I can remember, basketbal...