Articles by Scott Saalman

Love is in the air

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…


Flip-flops on, fins up

“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…






A not-so-clean breakup

Her voice greeted me in the cleaning supplies aisle. “Hi, Scott,” she said, as I squatted at the bottom shelf reading Drano directions. Her voice was vaguely familiar, not enough…


We live in turbulent times

Leveling at 30,000 feet after departing LaGuardia Airport, our jet was jostled. We represented nothing but a tubular chew toy in the jaws of a masticating, mythical sky beast. The…


Has anyone seen my phone?

I know what my son, Austin, was probably thinking a few years ago: it’s time to revoke the old man’s iPhone privileges. For the second time in two weeks, he…