December is a time for reflection for many of us. It is a month we sit down to not only go over in our heads all of the events of the preceding year and how…

There’s an old expression that goes: “Today is the first day of the rest of your life.” Being a guy that likes to live more in the moment, I constantly adjust this expression to fit…

In the spirit of the holidays we have reprinted this column from Brendan’s book “The Flatlander Chronicles.” Nothing can have a greater impact on a newly transplanted Flatlander to New Hampshire than in dealing with…

I was reading online what someone thought were the best fifty-one lines ever from literature. It was an impressive list of famous authors throughout history whom most of us know, or should know. There was…

This week I turn sixty years old. I’m sure, some of you out there, seventy years old and older, are probably thinking to yourselves: “Big deal. So this is a column? Let me know when…

Unless you’ve been living under a rock, which would be understandable considering the logistics involved, you most likely realize that this is primary campaign season here in New Hampshire. It is the season when aspiring…

This year my team, The New York Mets, is in the World Series. When I moved here, being a Mets fan in New England was no big deal; being a Yankees fan was a whole…

Now that the race for governor of New Hampshire is wide open, I’m feeling pretty confident about my chances this year. This year marks a very special and emotional campaign for me. This will be…

Contrary to popular New Hampshire native’s beliefs, there are a variety of different Flatlanders living here in the Granite State. I belong to the New York Flatlanders. We do sympathize with those Flatlanders from Massachusetts,…

Brendan is on vacation this week. This column originally appeared on March 15, 2012 and is included in his latest book “Best Of A F.O.O.L. In New Hampshire.” I recently bought myself a smartphone. I…

I almost let last month disappear from view without recognizing a personal anniversary. It was thirty years ago in September that I moved to Central New Hampshire from Long Island, New York; most likely the…

Not long ago I described in this column my trips to the 1964-65 World’s Fair as a young boy with my grandmother. My grandparents lived in Forest Hills, Queens, NY, and it was a quick…

Did you hear about “The Bartender’s Black Book” here in New Hampshire? I didn’t think so. It is quite a scandalous affair that some have tried to sweep under the cashier station. It seems the…

The pumpkin is kicking the apple to the curb and I, for one, am not happy about it. I never really used to care, but I never really took notice until this year. Has it…

This time of year is always exciting for people like me. No, it’s not just 6’2″ bald men approaching sixty (thought some of them might be excited) who love this time of year, but others…