Articles by Scott Saalman

This happened several years ago. After showering, I slid on my underwear, a pair plucked from the laundered mound on my bedroom floor. What I did not know then was…

In 2021, my mother was buried at We Love Where We Live cemetery in the river town that she was moored to her whole life. The cemetery’s official name is…

I watched the resort’s breakfast cook, John, via the kitchen’s pass-through window, crack eggs. He had an Anthony Bourdain vibe. I looked forward to my free, seaside omelets. Omelets were…

My earliest memory of being embarrassed by a parent happened at Saddle Lake in 1974. I was 10. The episode scarred my psyche so badly that even now, at 58,…

For Norman Paperman “In the tropics, they come and they go.”  – Jimmy Buffett I could complain, I guess, about my wife surprising me with a trip to St. Croix…

Four years ago, my future bride and I were lost in the jungle of The Gaylord Opryland Resort, a luxury-hotel behemoth that includes nine acres of tropical plants, trees, waterways,…

“The point of life is comfortable shoes. If you’re not wearin’ comfortable shoes, life is just chaos.” – Cliff Clavin I bought new golf shoes. I didn’t mean to. I…

I’m lying on a Gurney cart, an IV in my arm / My eyes are closed, and in my head I’m back on my country farm / Where the grass…

Paul Michael Ash made me cry. This was way before he died 10 years ago (March 28, 2013), back when I barely knew the man. It was during a Spoken…