Articles by Scott Saalman




Even Santa makes the naughty list

By SCOTT SAALMAN Scaramouch The last time I golfed, circa mid-1990s, it was with Santa Claus. I had planned to play a round alone that day since I always tensed…


A ghost writer’s brush with evil

By SCOTT SAALMAN Scaramouch A few years ago, a woman I did not know called and complimented the columns I write for a small newspaper in my Indiana hometown. Then,…



Remembering final cider day from 30 years ago

By SCOTT SAALMAN Scaramouch Fall approaches, and the apples fall. Late-summer apples, green and dewy, scattered over this southern Indiana lawn, like remnants of a neglected game of marbles. Overhead,…