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: April 2, 2014

Seems like old times. Or not
I’ve been doing a considerable amount reminiscing lately While it’s not always terribly productive to search one’s memory for long ago details, it’s often enjoyable. Sometimes such recollections are even accurate.


Here's the Scoop: March 26, 2014

Here’s The Scoop ...on Peg
“You’re not going to put that in your column!” Well, I guess it’s nice to have a reputation.
Those words rang in my ears numerous times during my years of authoring Here’s The Scoop. My mother, Margaret “Peg” Sweeney, spoke them often. I’m sure others will echo similar sentiments about not wishing to be a column topic, but Peg will no longer be trying to keep her name and potentially embarrassing incidents out of this space. Peg passed away on Saturday at the age of…


Here's the Scoop: March 19, 2014

Captured on film
The other day, I was scrolling through my MacBook looking for photos to show someone regarding a particular topic. I finally found the pictures, but it took awhile because I often don’t label photos once I transfer them from the camera.


Here's the Scoop: March 12, 2014

The hungry season
When it comes to whitetail deer, the term “wild animal” hardly seems appropriate. Sure, these creatures live in nature, but that seems to be end of the “wild” description.
Deer, as anyone who lives in these parts can attest, are pretty tame specimens. Cute, too, for the most part. They aren’t quite on a par with dogs and cats, but they sometimes seem kind of like pets — and are treated that way by some people who enjoy having deer visit their yards.


Here's the Scoop: March 5, 2014

Must be that time again
It’s official. I’ve crossed the annual line — I’m hating firewood. Well, “hating” is a strong term, but my relationship with all things bark-covered is certainly strained.
This happens every almost spring, of course. After nearly constant wood burning since October, the romance with the fireplace has cooled. It’s OK, though.