The Old Coot takes note, of a notebook
I watched the Master’s Golf Tournament last week. In November! Not May! No fans! No azaleas! Just golfers, PGA officials, TV videographers, and members of…
I watched the Master’s Golf Tournament last week. In November! Not May! No fans! No azaleas! Just golfers, PGA officials, TV videographers, and members of…
Q: Greg I enjoy your AMC and Rambler columns but what about the Rambler Marlin? How about some info on the Marlin and your recollections?…
The newspaper is under attack. It’s been going on for a long time. First, it was radio that took a crack, and then TV joined…
Here I go again, sticking my nose in where it doesn’t belong. In the “Men are from Mars” – “Women are from Venus” arena. The compulsion…
We acquire many names as we spin through life. The first one is “The Baby.” How’s “The Baby” doing? Is “The Baby” walking yet? Has…
I’m a blabbermouth! Most old coots are. Tell us a secret and we go public! We love it when someone starts a sentence with, “Don’t…
Not every man becomes an old coot when he gets old. You need a mentor, a trainer, to make it into the old coot fraternity….
A friend of mine from the Starbucks coffee gang in Ormond Beach, Fla. sent me a note the other day, just to say hello. (Due…
These days, many people wear single purpose clothes. Whether for work, shopping, going out for dinner, to a party or some other event, the same…
The Tuesday Afternoon Club came by this week, right on schedule (Tuesday afternoon). The first member passed through around two o’clock. He grabbed two jars…