Reeling in the years with a cane pole boy
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…
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Caddyshack: the “Citizen Cane of Golf Movies,” says former Butler golf team MVP
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…
He decided to break the ice with himself
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…
One thing he’ll never flip-flop on: It’s still Deer Creek to him
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…
Two years later, dad reflects on daughter’s two weddings
By SCOTT SAALMAN Scaramouch “I would like to say a few things about weddings. I’ve just been through one. Not my own. My daughter’s.” – Spencer Tracy, Father of the…
Lost iPhone in London makes him history
By SCOTT SAALMAN Scaramouch LONDON – I was zonked in the basement of the Natural History Museum, snoozing to near extinction beneath the dinosaur bones displayed on the floor just…
Songs that return him to the summer side of life
By SCOTT SAALMAN Scaramouch “ ’Cause it’s summer / Summertime is here / Yes, it’s summer / My time of year.” – War My favorite summer songs are those that…
Field of (plastic) Dreams
By SCOTT SAALMAN Scaramouch As a Wiffle ball purist, I have long believed that the real reason baseball was invented was so someone could come up with its plastic counterpart….
Scrabble: a game of life and death
By SCOTT SAALMAN Scarmouch Before Mom’s cancer, Dad and I bonded in the evening during kitchen table Scrabble wars. From the living room, Mom, unseen, cackled at Two And A…
Joe Aaron is dead, and I don’t feel so good myself
By SCOTT SAALMAN Scaramouch An email arrived while I was writing a column about my childhood memories of Evansville. The email: “Time for a quick call next week?” The sender…