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: Oct. 29, 2008

Halloween is number one!
Halloween. It’s the new black. And orange.
I’m not sure when Halloween became the trendiest of holidays, but I glad it’s happened.
Sure, I like a good pile of presents as much as the next guy, but Halloween is a much better event, in my book.


Here's the Scoop: Oct. 22, 2008

Life without e-mail. By choice.
I did it. Almost.
When I left my office on Friday, I had to pick up a bunch of large items and was worried that my laptop computer might not receive proper treatment in the car. So, I left it in the office. This was a big step for me — like Paris Hilton leaving home without dressing her dog in an outfit that matches hers.
Nothing against Paris, but I think what I was attempting was much more difficult.


Here's the Scoop: Oct. 15, 2008

Government trimming
At this time of year, my normal obsession with keeping the grass cut and weeds whacked begins to fade. Oddly enough, I’m not terribly concerned about a lawn full of leaves.
This year, I am trying even harder than usual not to get too crazy as I prepare for my annual State of the Lawn address. There are several reasons for my newfound, laidback attitude. Despite the “bargain” gas prices we’ve been experiencing in the past weeks, I am still not happy when I can no longer fill the five-gallon gas can with the crumpled bills I find in the bottom of the washing machine. (P.S. – While I appreciate gas at “only” $3.32 per gallon, I really like it at $1.90.)


Here's the Scoop: Oct. 8, 2008

30-year-old gas sippers
I remember — barely — back in the early ’80s when I was shopping for my first new car. Sure, it was sad to trade in the old Pontiac Ventura that had been handed down to me. But I wanted new wheels.
Even back then, I was, what’s the word? Cheap.


Here's the Scoop: Oct. 1, 2008

Spotting some trouble
At first, I thought it was a practical joke. Two co-workers asked at the same time, “What’s on your shirt?” Naturally, that’s never a question anyone likes to hear. It ranks just below, “Ewww….what’s that on your face?”
My confusion was magnified by the fact that, when I looked down, I didn’t see anything wrong with my shirt. Still, they persisted and I began to realize that a punch line was not going to follow.