Articles by Scott Saalman

Nose hairs gone wild

By SCOTT SAALMAN Scaramouch At first glance, it appeared that a cricket had crawled inside my nose, one of its thin, hind legs the only thing visible, dangling from my…


Confessions of a full-court mess

By SCOTT SAALMAN Scaramouch March Madness is here, a time when people in these parts are bonkers for basketball. I could not care less – sacrilegious sentiment, I know, for…




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…


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…




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…