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: 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.