I Did It!
Finally! I have achieved my goal and blogged every single day of March. This silly little challenge was just a personal effort to see if I could get back into…
A Day Late and Many Dollars Short
I made a private promise that I would blog every day in March. I didn't share this with anyone because I know myself and had low expectations. But here is…
Awkward Workplace Encounters
During this time of social isolation and working from home, some of us may miss those awkward interactions we have with co-workers every day. My new video series aims to…
Big Mouth Success
The beginning of the York Fair reminds me of my first introduction to the event in 1992. They had bungee jumping that year at the fair. One day, I went…
Danger on the Streets
I often poke fun at people who try to portray Hanover as a dangerous community. I mean, it's not Mayberry, but the reality is that as long as you don't…
Wearing a New Hat
I got really worried for a few moments. One of my sisters-in-law wanted to present me with a special gift in front of everyone at our family's Christmas Eve celebration.…
Disaster Averted
When I get ready in the morning, I don’t always connect the dots. I have to get myself cleaned up, get dressed, grab my lunch and grab my coffee before…
Falling Down
The same thing happens each year. My theatre friends try to goad me into auditioning for a musical. I remind them I can’t sing or dance. The show passes by, only for the same cycle to repeat six months or so later.
If I had only brought a video camera with me to the York Ice Arena last weekend, I might have convinced them for good that I don’t have the grace for that kind of performance.
I headed over to that facility to cover an arena football game for the York Daily Record. I love getting to experience new things and had never covered the indoor variety of the sport.
As is my custom, I checked out the concession stand at halftime. The visiting team from Harrisburg had taken a huge lead so I pretty much knew how my story would go at that point. Why not enjoy a soft pretzel?
That didn’t cause me any problems, but the action after my snack did. I went to go throw away my trash, making my way across the bleachers to the nearest trash can. As I stepped overtop one row of stands to the next one down, something happened.
If My Head Weren’t Attached …
For a while, I convinced myself that I had merely been forgetful. I realized I did not have my wallet when I headed for home one night, but I just assumed I had left it behind and would find it when I returned.
That happened a little while ago when I left Hanover Little Theatre after a show (I hope you were able to make our recent run – it was a blast). Within 24 hours, acknowledgement of my absent-mindedness had turned into near panic.
Before that, I spent Friday at work expecting to find my wallet somewhere backstage. I had done a quick check of my credit cards and saw no activity. The thing had to be sitting with my props or, worst case, on the floor somewhere nearby.
I Lost My iPod
Growing up, I used to think the phrase "you'd lose your head if it wasn't attached" was developed just for me. That's how often my mother said it to me.…