A Tip of the Hatt to Another Ghost From the Past

It's funny how the spark of a memory can come from out of nowhere, and how quickly it snowballs into a full-blown rush of yesteryear. One minute you're sitting there looking through your Facebook feed; next thing you know you're dancing with ghost after ghost ... and, more often than not, smiling. Joanna Hatt is a name …

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Thirty-two years later, here I am still on the job

In the history of sports, so many greats wore No. 32. Jim Brown. Magic Johnson. Steve Carleton. Yes, even Orenthal James Simpson. The number popped in my head today as the 2016 high school sports season officially opened here in the state of Connecticut. Football has been going at it for about a week now, …

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Bolt was great, Phelps was greater; Lochte was the real goat of Rio

As far as I'm concerned, Carl Lewis is the greatest track and field performer of all-time. Sorry Usain Bolt. You might be the fastest. But you're not the greatest. You didn't quite do enough to reach that level. But, don't feel bad. What you've done is mighty impressive. You're only separated by 26 feet or …

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“Sausage Party” was missing something. Maybe it was the weed

Twice over the course of the last 10 years, I've smoked a little bit of weed. Both times, which occurred in social settings when I was offered a hit or two, will be left unexplained to protect the innocent. But, as much as I smoked from age 19 to 39, I'd say I'm a big proponent …

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THE FLORIDA TRIP: Forever An Angel, Part II

When I was 19 years old, I took a picture of her. Just a simple push of a button and in one-500th of a second I knew I had captured everything that was beautiful and fun and sweet and special about her. Lisa Marie Carleton -- an angel in black and white -- looking my way. …

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THE FLORIDA TRIP: Time for me to fly

Off in the not-so-far-away distance I hear a baby cry. Please, I say to myself, don't be on my flight. Is there anything worse than being stuck on a plane with a crying baby? OK, maybe getting stuck next to a really smelly fat guy who is still sweating out last night's Pabsts. Or sitting …

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