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…
Read MoreBy 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…
Read MoreBy 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,…
By SCOTT SAALMAN Scaramouch I’ve been thinking about tennis. I miss the “ker pock … ker pock … ker pock” during the long rallies of my youth, the ball bouncing…
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,…
By SCOTT SAALMAN Scaramouch Last week, the Reporter ran part one of Guitar Face Magazine’s conversation with Indiana-based 1970s classic rockers Courtesy Flush, who will embark on a 50th Anniversary…
By SCOTT SAALMAN Scaramouch Guitar Face Magazine was granted an exclusive interview with Indiana-based 1970s classic rockers Courtesy Flush, who will embark on their 50th Anniversary “Expiration Date” Tour this…
By SCOTT SAALMAN Scaramouch I was a cane pole boy. Bamboo sticking out the backseat window, cork bobbers bobbing in a country breeze, the crunch and grind of Goodyear on…
By SCOTT SAALMAN Scaramouch “Revolting!” “Repulsive!” “Raunchy!” That was my mom speaking when I asked her if she remembered seeing Caddyshack when it came out in 1980. Suddenly, I remembered…
By SCOTT SAALMAN Scaramouch I self-published my first book 28 years ago: Break The Ice: 200 Fun Question to Help Break the Ice at Business Meetings, Training Sessions and other…
By SCOTT SAALMAN Scaramouch It wasn’t until I parked the car in our garage following last night’s soul-stirring Santana concert did I realize I had driven home barefoot, unwittingly leaving…