I’m Keith Alberstadt and I approve this…ah, who cares. It’s an election year, folks. In October we will witness the mighty Mets win the World Series over the Red Sox (you heard it here first). Then we will sit on our couches and hear the Tom Brokaws of the world Read more…
(This is dedicated to one of my best friends, Debbie E. Figgins, who has emailed me all sorts of stuff, most notably online petitions to save things that aren’t even endangered yet.) As we move through life, we learn new things. Everyone knows that. The sun will always rise in Read more…
You pull your road-weary car into a gravel parking lot. You eye the marquee and observe that only half the lights are blinking. The others are burned out or defective. You chuckle as you recall how your dad would hook up the Christmas tree lights and cuss out the manufacturer Read more…
Many of you may remember my column from last year about writing postcards to my nephew Stephen’s class. For those of you, who may not know what I’m talking about, please take a few minutes to read “Postcards from the Road” in the archives. I like having archives on this Read more…
Editor’s note: If you do not participate in the crazy realm of slow-pitch softball, this column will read like jibberish to you. If you do play, then I hope you can relate to everything I write. Enjoy. Every January, a fever hits Nashville. Softball season is approaching, and to many Read more…