Here's the Scoop by Brian Sweeney

Brian Sweeney has been the author of “Here’s the Scoop” for more than 20 years. The column usually deals with the lighter side of life and the writer has been known to mix a bit of fiction in with the facts. Brian has received six awards for his column in the annual New York Press Association’s Better Newspaper Contest.

Here's the Scoop: Feb. 18, 2015

Up in smoke
At the risk of offending friends and strangers, I am kind of an anti-smoking nut. No one can say they “didn’t know” the health risks. Plus, the cost of buying cigarettes is incredibly high. So, I continue my small campaign to try to encourage folks to kick the habit — despite frequently being told to “butt out.”
Are my lectures annoying? Of course. Will I stop asking people to quit smoking? Probably not.


Here's the Scoop: February 11, 2015

All together now
“Five days of Mayhem.” That may not accurately describe this experience. How about: “The Fourth Triennial Sweeney Family Reunion”? This wording doesn’t really make a great movie title, but it’s what the sign says, so I’m going with it.


Here's the Scoop: February 4, 2015

Weight of my world
I’m not sure when this happened, but I’ve noticed that I now officially haul “a lot of stuff” when I leave the house for work each day. A laptop has been part of my “don’t leave home without it,” equipment for many years. However, that doesn’t really quality as “stuff.”


Here's the Scoop: January 28, 2015

Umm...let’s try that again
Well, that was overblown. Or under blown. Predicting weather, as we all know, is an inexact science. The good news is, even if the forecast doesn’t turn out exactly as hyped, Internet weather services are still able to sell ads — that no one ever looks at — on their websites. So, all is not lost when a forecast goes awry.


Here's the Scoop: January 21, 2015

I did it again
Did you ever have one of those issues where you know, with almost 100 percent certainty, that you were not guilty of the offense in question, but you have no real proof?
You rack your brain for a reasonable explanation and still can’t quite convince your accusers — or yourself — that the crime being discussed does not bear your fingerprints. Before anybody gets the wrong idea, I’m not talking about Bill Cosby-type stuff here. No, the “incident” that I’m referring to is a lost iPod.