Welcome back to the Scuttlebutt, pull up a chair, pour some eggnog, have some Christmas cookies, or whatever means Christmas/Yule/Hannukah/any of the other winter solstice holidays to you. The day before yesterday as I write this was the shortest day of the year. Life as we know it, with some exceptions that…
Welcome back to the Scuttlebutt, pull up a chair, pour something, and let’s talk. I was hard put to find something I wanted to talk about today. I think I’m going to discuss what passes for journalism these days. Look journalism used to mean “reporting the facts.” Now it seems the dictionary has…
Welcome back to the Scuttlebutt. Hey, pour yourself something, let’s talk. As I write this, it’s Veterans Day. For those that are confused, this is my day. Not Memorial Day, that’s reserved for my uncles that didn’t make it back. Not Armed Forces Day, that’s for the troops still in. Please, get it right.…
Welcome back to the Scuttlebutt. Pour yourself something, and let’s talk. As I write this, I’ve been home about 48 hours since being out in the woods for a week plus, hunting. Boy, I tell ya, coming back was hard. Where I was, the internet was iffy at best, and besides, we were…
Welcome back to the Scuttlebutt. Hey, pull up a seat. My Dad used to say: “even a blind squirrel finds an acorn now and then.” Well, it appears he was right. So, let’s talk about a couple of those. Those of you that are regulars here know that the NYT is one of…
Welcome back to the Scuttlebutt. Pull up a chair, and grab a beer, we’re going to bounce around a little today. Now the primary reason we’re bouncing around is that there’s more than one thing that I feel I need to talk about today. First off, a slightly belated birthday to my alma…
Welcome back to the scuttlebutt. Have a seat, pour a drink, and let’s talk. Ah, another week, another surplus of targets. We know a little more about what went down in Beirut now, and in spite of, at one point, the mayor claiming that it was a missile strike, we know that it…