He’s feeling the concert ‘Sting’
By SCOTT SAALMAN Scaramouch I’m still reeling from the sting of Sting right now. Sting, as in the world-famous Rock and Roll Hall of Fame singer-songwriter who once fronted one…
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He’s a sucker for bait-and-switch
By SCOTT SAALMAN Scaramouch Let me tell you about a bait-and-switch tactic I fell for once upon a time. I was freshly divorced then, lonely – and someone rang my…
“Paper Moon” and other movies with Mom
By SCOTT SAALMAN Scaramouch We didn’t finish Paper Moon. We started watching it last fall at my childhood home where I first saw the Peter Bogdanovich masterwork on TV as…
How I Broke This ‘podcast’ … Episode 1 … Slaw Shack’s demise
By SCOTT SAALMAN Scaramouch PODCAST COLD OPEN: I’m Guy Razz, host of this original new podcast, “How I Broke This.” Not to be confused with that other podcast by that…
Lady and the Monks
By SCOTT SAALMAN Scaramouch Her name was Lady. The first childhood dog I clearly remember. A Collie. Looked just like TV’s Lassie. My Lady. A rural route existence was a…
Dipper, crumblers: A soup nation divided
By SCOTT SAALMAN Scaramouch I considered it my civic responsibility to help find a fix for our fractured country, the States of America. We must start small, take baby steps,…
Podcaster pick-me-up for his daily grind
By SCOTT SAALMAN Scaramouch No matter how hard I tried to get her to admit otherwise, Brynne insisted she was NOT UNHAPPY about a recent impulse buy of mine that…
Auto-renewing one man’s cyber-naiveté
By SCOTT SAALMAN Scaramouch After seeing countless headlines about cyberattacks, ransomware, viruses, data breaches and other computer- and phone-hacking horror stories, I became increasingly wary of every link I clicked….
Old Rolling Stones T-shirt still gives him satisfaction
By SCOTT SAALMAN Scaramouch True, I’m a concert T-shirt fraud. The shirt I’m referring to advertises the following: The Rolling Stones | 1972 | US Tour. The British rock and…
Spying Santa
By SCOTT SAALMAN Scaramouch “Don’t look out the window.” She repeated this sentence over and over as twilight leaked its ink across southern Indiana. “Don’t look out the window.” It…