Articles by Scott Saalman

It is said “all dogs go to Heaven.” In the case of Skooder, our family pet many years ago, this saying had likely been put to the test. Those encountering…

…anyway it was 2012 and I was eating an $18 enchilada covered with green sauce – the enchilada was covered, not me – in the MGM Grand when the bartender…

In 2019 re-watched The Sopranos. All 86 episodes. My biggest binge. Just like last decade when it aired, I couldn’t get enough Tony Soprano. I knew I was in way…

Just like Dr. Victor Frankenstein, I created a monster, though I call mine “Scrabblestein.” I’m talking about my dad. In 2011, I introduced Dad to Scrabble, my splendid addiction. It…

Despite trying to attain the best possible return on investment regarding a ridiculous number of streaming services that I pay for, I somehow managed to actually open a few books…

As alluded to in a previous column, I just published a new collection of humor columns, Quietly Making Noise, which is now available to purchase on Amazon. Here is a…

“You are fettered,” said Scrooge, trembling. “Tell me why?” – Charles Dickens My father used to say, “The more keys a man has, the more worries.” Then, for emphasis, he’d…

Just in time for your holiday gift shopping consideration, I have a new collection of humor columns soon available on Amazon. The collection, Quietly Making Noise, includes 68 stories that…

Today, I turned 59. I don’t expect too much from 59 other than being subjected to a lengthier list of physical ailments. Fifty-eight proved to be a major pain in…