I know I shouldn’t say it, but I dread this week. I realize that this week will always arrive; not much I can do about it. I also realize that it is my own fault,…

I was recently made aware that the 49th year reunion of my grammar school class will be happening next year. Yes, grammar school. I never even realized there were such things as grammar school reunions.…

As Memorial Day and the official kick-off to the summer season are upon us here in Central New Hampshire, I am confronted with phone calls from former members of F.A.T.S.O. to help them to deal…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

  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…

  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…

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…

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…

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…

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…