Category: A F.O.O.L. In New Hampshire

New Scratch

It’s usually around this time of year that I volunteer my time to help educate the youth of our great state. Of course, I don’t have a teaching degree so there is nothing I can do in the classroom on a regular basis, but I can help to fund education by coming up with some

The Battle Ahead

It was certainly an uncomfortable afternoon as the existing members of the Flatlander Party got together last Saturday for our yearly Spring Fling brunch. Our party’s recent trouncing in the past election for governor has not sat well with many of the longtime party members and folks are antsy for a change. The elephant in

Getting Used To It

Some things just take getting used to. Have you gotten one of those new debit or credit cards with a chip in it? Supposedly, these are designed to help keep us safer from those evil doers who want to steal our information and go on spending sprees using our cards. It seems that this country

Real Stories

I never knew how much I enjoyed telling stories out loud until a few years after my first column was published here in the Weirs Times. All of those early columns were stories that had to do with my adjustments to life here in Central New Hampshire after having moved here from Long Island, New

A New Friend

You never know what the day will bring. A corny enough saying, but so very true. Working at the Weirs Times presents me with great opportunities. One, of course, is having the freedom to express myself on this page each week. I can pretty much go wherever I want. Another part of my job is


Last week I gave some ideas in using famous movie quotes to help new transplants, otherwise known as Flatlanders, in adjusting to their first winters here. I had no idea at the time what was about to befall us that Tuesday. If I had known in advance about the coming snowstorm I would have included

Berry Interesting

  I’m sure I’ll take some grief for this, but if I don’t say something, who will? Back about ten years ago I took a lot of heat for questioning the state legislature in quickly passing a bill to make our state fruit the pumpkin (yes, the pumpkin). The idea was presented to them by

Some Things

  A couple of weeks back I confessed that I didn’t have many ideas to write about. This week it’s a different story. It seems that being outside in the fresh air, cleaning up after yet another snow storm, can really clear out the mind and the sinuses. Here are a few ideas and random

You Have No Idea

I hate to admit it, but I am at a loss about what to write in this week’s column. I’m sitting here at a local sandwich shop eating a turkey sub / hoagie / grinder / hero (to cover bases of all those who are strong supporters of politically correct sandwich names), yellow note pad

Don’t Panic

If you are like me you are a six-foot two bald guy. If you don’t fit that description, than you might be like me if you are old enough to remember the days when you would be strolling through the parking lot of the local supermarket and would be aroused from your reverie by the

Take The Quiz

The start to this winter as well as the labor crunch going on here in New Hampshire has made it increasingly difficult to staff the offices of F.A.T.S.O. Many of you know what F.A.T.S.O. stands for, but due to new federal regulations put in place by the Secretary of Acronyms under The Bureau of Linguistics

Strange Behavior

I have heard it all over the years, but certainly not for awhile. “My kids think I’m crazy. I can’t even walk out of the bathroom without sticking my head out as far as I can and look both ways.” I can’t count how many times I heard that one. “I walk around the house

Last Minute Thoughts

As Christmas Day is upon us and most of us, hopefully, have successfully checked off all of the items on our gift list. Still, there always seems to be that one person on the list who it gets harder and harder to buy for each year. I know I have often gotten down to the

Taking It For Granted

It was a day that started like any other. I awoke without much on my mind; no pressing commitments to attend to that day, no personal matters that needed to be taken care of. My mind was free and I was unhindered from worries. Seeing that the day was mine and time was insignificant, I

Christmas Party

Every holiday season the members of FATSO (Flatlanders Adjusting To Solitary Oblivion) get together to celebrate the holidays, exchange gifts and reminisce. FATSO is a winter support group for new transplants started many years ago by my friend Vinnie and myself. We throw these Christmas parties to not only welcome the new members, but to