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: March 4, 2009

Worth the wait
As we all know, things don’t always go according to plan. Because of this, I often don’t bother with making a plan. It saves on disappointment.

Here's the Scoop: Feb. 25, 2009

The advice is free
Unlike today’s “younger generation,” I haven’t changed jobs a lot. That’s OK with me. And I’m not switching careers now, merely adding an experience to my resume. I don’t think it’s accurate to say I’m becoming a Wedding Planner. I prefer to think of my duties as a Wedding Expense Trimmer (WET).

Here's the Scoop: Feb. 18, 2009

Can’t find my way home
I doubt that there’s any statistical information on the topic yet, but it seems pretty certain that the popularity of Global Positioning Systems (GPS) has already begun saving marriages. In the event that you’re one of those folks who think they have a better sense of direction than a satellite-guided system, you’re wrong. And your marriage could be in trouble because of your stubborn nature. Get with it. Now. I speak from experience, of course.

Here's the Scoop: Feb. 11, 2009

Changing tastes
Well, we survived another Grammy Awards show. I missed it. One can only take so much cleavage on the Red Carpet, I guess. As far as awards shows go, the Grammys are an odd mix to me. I’ve never heard of many of the performers and would never think of buying most of the music.

Here's the Scoop: Feb. 4, 2009

Marching to a different beat
I was invited to a parade the other day. A big one, so I was told.
Over the years, in this space, I have made a few comments noting how parades don’t really thrill me. Maybe it’s because I’m a big gum-chewer and, well, that doesn’t always mix well with marching for me.