Articles by Scott Saalman

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,…

Let’s begin with the Foreigner fallout boys, those rock and roll purists who understandably disagreed with the positive things I wrote about my first Foreigner concert at Ruoff “I Still…

I just checked another box on my 1970s Super Group Concert List. This summer, I saw Foreigner. “Feels Like The First Time” was a cherished 8-track tape of mine in…

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…

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…

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…

I recently found a photo of my Peanut League team, dated 1972. There are five of us of varying height. The tallest, of course, is closest to me, his left…

For Dave Barry “How’s your butthole today?” That’s how my proctologist greeted me upon entering the exam room just before my colonoscopy. Her tone was as chirpy as if she…