Articles by Scott Saalman

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…

How I Broke This, Episode 4: Blow Phone & PARKR COLD OPEN V.O.: “You are receiving an automated voice call from an inmate at Buzzard Roost White Collar Penal Colony…

My creative touchstone and good friend Jen Chapin will be in Hamilton County this Friday to perform during the “Harry Chapin at 80” retrospective concert at the Palladium in Carmel….

Sometimes I must remind myself of the “why.” Delete that … not sometimes, many times. Still self-doubting after all these years. The writer’s plague. My own private dark ages. About…

When I was a kid, my family used to camp at Lincoln Boyhood State Park in southern Indiana. I looked forward to these excursions for one reason: Angie F, who…

“The fantastic trip” that was Jimmy Buffett For the first half of this month, I found myself immersed in all things Jimmy Buffett (JB). That tends to happen to fans…

Upon final reflection, Jimmy Buffett was my sun. For 45 years, his tropically themed music delivered to me a sunshine state of mind. My mental migration to Margaritaville is rooted…

“Tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to drink; but I tell you, my lord fool, out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.” -Henry IV Evenings,…