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: October 23, 2013

A colorful season
The colors at this time of year are a crazy mix — the greens, yellows, reds — and the blacks, whites and blues. Especially the blues! They’re all out there. It’s quite spectacular — in an odd sort of way.
The funny thing is one day there’s no color at all and the next, this unnatural kaleidoscope dominates the landscape. How all these wild political signs appear so quickly is anyone’s guess?

Here's the Scoop: October 2, 2013

Looking for an escapse claws
From time to time, I have mentioned how our cat, Holly, is a such a big part of our family. She dominates, really, in her own quiet, feline way.
Holly has a few dog-like traits, including loyalty. Even better, she doesn’t bark or drool. And there’s no need for a pooper-scooper. I believe that I may have noted previously, Holly also enjoys watching baseball with her father. She’s a cool cat, as they say.

Here's the scoop: September 18, 2013

Sinking my teeth into it. Or not
Quite a few years back, I had an “accident” that left me with one front tooth about half the size of its neighbor. Naturally, of all the teeth that someone can break, the front ones are pretty darn noticeable.
Back when this tooth was first chipped, there was a relatively new bonding procedure in dentistry that could repair such problems. So, I had a dentist bail me out of my picket fence look with some bonding. The patch would last for years, I was told.

Here's the scoop: September 11, 2013

Something is sprouting
If you’re a baseball fan (and who isn’t), you no doubt have noticed a trend in the past few years — many players now have beards.

Here's the scoop: September 4, 2013

They call me Mr. Social
Misery loves company. Or is it: Company creates misery? Both, I guess.
Personally, I like company. In moderation.
We seem to go in spurts where we have a lot of visitors over a short period of time. Who knew that sitting on the porch enjoying an icy beverage could be so exhausting?