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: June 4, 2013

The thrill of the grill
It’s nearly (if you ignore last week’s below-freezing nights) summer, so that means it’s time for hot dogs. Or not dogs.

Actually, Not Dogs are a brand name for an a vegetarian hot dog made with organic tofu and other items not generally association with mouthwatering goodness. Maybe they taste great, but that’s for others to judge.


Here's the scoop: May 28, 2013

Sticky, sweet goodness
With all of the TV shows dedicated to food these days, it seems like there’s always someone taking credit for “inventing” certain dishes. Often these concoctions are wild combinations of foods that most people would never dream of pairing.

Personally, I’m more of a fan of foods that aren’t fancy, but simply taste good — can’t get enough peanut butter and jelly. While I appreciate creative dishes, my palate is pretty easy to please. My stomach, too.


Here's the scoop: May 15, 2013

Take me out to the ballgame...
You’re probably familiar with the term, “You can’t teach an old dog new tricks.” That may be true, but you can sure instruct a middle-aged cat to do some neat stuff. For instance, watching baseball.


Here's the scoop: April 24, 2013

We’ll see about that...or not
Did you ever have one of those moments where you anxiously think, “Did I just do that?”
You’ve probably guessed that this recently happened to me. You’re right. Yesterday, after dropping off my car for snow tire removal (call me an optimist!), and hitching a lift to work, as my chauffer drove away, I thought, “I wonder if the case with my glasses in it is in the pile of stuff I just removed from the car?”


Here's the Scoop: April 17, 2013

Something’s Fishy
I recently concluded a strenuous endurance test — eight days living “off the grid,” on my own.
Maybe “off the grid” isn’t exactly accurate. I had electricity. There was plenty of gas for the stove (although it wasn’t needed). But, I was still roughing it because my wife was called out of town for a business trip. The “business” primarily involved touring the Left Coast with her three sisters, enjoying sun and surf on a long-planned getaway.