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…
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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…
What I did on summer vacation (circa 1974)
By SCOTT SAALMAN Scaramouch “Put in a quarter / Turn out the light / Magic Fingers makes ya feel alright.” – Steve Goodman My first vacation with my parents was…
Breaking bald: Funny, he writes like he has hair
By SCOTT SAALMAN Scaramouch I was alone, eating a fish sandwich at Arby’s, when I heard a reverend delivering some sort of moment of reflection via local radio. His subject…
Will Read and Sing For Food
Could Hamilton County be next spot for Harry Chapin-inspired food bank charity event? By SCOTT SAALMAN Scaramouch The most satisfying result of my column writing, to date, has been the…
The hellish etiquette of the “ish”
By SCOTT SAALMAN Scaramouch Call me ish. Actually don’t. I hate the ish. Nix the ish. Ish, as in, say, when my writer friend, Angela, texted me for coffee. I…