Articles by Scott Saalman

Tales from the crib

Lately, I have been nostalgic for babies, thanks to my son, Austin, turning 30 last week. Thirty isn’t old (try telling that to my son) – but him turning 30…



A ‘Thor’ subject

My oldest offspring, Austin, turns 30 this month. There was a time he professed not to like his first name, which resulted because of my fondness for Jerry Jeff Walker…




To beard or not to beard

There was no room in my suitcase for souvenirs in 2015, though I did manage to bring something back from Paris: facial hair. My own, of course – not someone…


Her love was blind at the Blind Owl

To commemorate our first date, we returned to Blind Owl Brewery, where we had met face to face for the first time seven years earlier, the final step after surviving…


My steel-toe summer

The other day, I noticed someone wearing steel-toe boots. Such formidable footwear signifies one thing in my mind: hard, physical work. Manual labor has been a foreign concept to me,…