Here's the Scoop by Brian Sweeney

Here's the Scoop: January 14, 2015

What’s the value?
Upon arrival at the News office last week, I was confronted with something disturbing — the calendar on my desk had been removed and replaced with a crisp new model. This is a normal course of events for some people, but not for me.


Here's the Scoop: January 7, 2014

Time to reflect - in a tacky way
Ah, the first column of the new year. It’s kind of like Spring Training — in the winter. Naturally, as we grind through the early part of January, New Year’s Resolutions are already in tatters. I know I can’t remember any of mine. That’s probably because I didn’t get around to making any. It’s just easier.


Here's the Scoop: Dec. 31, 2014

Now hear this...again and again
Is anyone else really relieved that we can now stop listening to holiday music — until it starts again around September 15?
I have nothing against holiday tunes, but it’s true there can be too much of a good thing. In an effort to prevent such a situation, we usually limit holiday music in our household to a roughly two-week period. It just seems longer.


Here's the Scoop: Dec. 24, 2014

Branching Out — Part Two
Faithful readers will recall that last week was Part 1 of what is estimated to be an 18-column series detailing everything that went wrong with this year’s Christmas tree purchase. If you missed the first installment of this riveting melodrama, please send me $1.25 and I’ll make sure to get you a copy.
To summarize: this year’s field-cut tree was, ummm, bigger than we thought. Snowier, too. Somehow my wife and I managed to lug the tree into the house — after it took the tree farm owner with a big tractor to get this monster to our car.


Here's the Scoop: Dec. 17, 2014

Bigger is better?
In my humble opinion, last year we had our best Christmas tree. This year, we have our “beast” Christmas tree.


Here's the Scoop: December 10, 2014

Bucks stop here. Or there?
When is a lost wallet not a lost wallet? Give up? Me too. Because of that, my wallet is actually lost. Unless it turns up. In the meantime, I’ve stopped looking.
Like many people, I’ve “misplaced” my wallet on numerous occasions. Even when I’m not exactly sure where my wallet is located, I usually have a limited number of places where I’m pretty sure it will turn up. And, it does. Usually.


Here's the Scoop: Dec. 3, 2014

Leftover guests vs. turkey
I guess it’s a question that’s not easily answered, though many have tried: What do I tire of first — leftover turkey or holiday company?
It may sound a bit harsh, but the fact is, it’s kind of easy to lose a taste for both turkey and guests within a few days after Thanksgiving. Maybe sooner.
Let’s talk turkey, first. The nice thing about this meal is that, in our household, this is a food that’s enjoyed only once or twice a year. Turkey burgers don’t count. Because of this fact, a roast turkey dinner is a special event.


Here's the Scoop: Nov. 26, 2014

Another productive day
I was reading a magazine article the other day that had a story titled “151 Secrets of the Most Productive People.” I couldn’t wait to check this out, to see what these various folks had to say about making the most of one’s working time. Unfortunately, every time I tried to read the piece, I got distracted.


Here's the Scoop: Nov. 19, 2014

Going clothes chopping
A friend came to visit last weekend and joked that her outfit could have easily been mistaken for the same uniform donned by about half-a-dozen patrons at the restaurant where she stopped for lunch. Because her shirt was red plaid, I thought she meant she fit in with the hunting crowd.
I didn’t really think much more about it until the next day when my wife burst out laughing while looking at something on her iPad. She then showed me my first glimpse of a Lumbersexual. This was a new one, indeed.


Here's the Scoop: Nov. 12, 2014

Just in time
As I rushed to get ready for a meeting the other day, I would occasionally glance at the clock. “Plenty of time,” I’d tell myself.
Unless something went wrong.
It turned out that I arrived for the meeting at precisely one minute before the time of my appointment was scheduled to begin. A sigh of relief was in order.
The staff at the office greeted me and asked with whom I was meeting. When I told them, all the employees laughed and answered in unison, “Don’t you know by now he’s always late?”


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