Articles by Scott Saalman

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…

It was one of the most devastating incidents in the history of women serving in the military. I am a stranger to war, but four brave Americans related to me…

In the late 1980s, when I was a cub reporter fresh out of J-School in southern Indiana, a wave of Elvis Presley sightings was reported in the U.S., a disturbing…

I love late October, the scary time of the year, when a good horror movie casts the heaviest of shadows over the mind and spreads the iciest of chills within…