Sometimes I get calls and emails – and yes, even a few snail-mails now and then – from folks whose memories were jogged a little by someone or something or somewhere I wrote about once upon a time in this space. Such was the case last week, when Nashua native and longtime resident Anne ...
Everyone from David Hasselhoff to Billy Idol has cashed in on the yuletide market, but for every “Charlie Brown Christmas” by the flawless Vince Guaraldi Trio, there is a “Jingle Bells,” barked by dogs. We can deal with ugly Christmas sweaters to a degree, but nobody wants to hear a ...
The Christmas decorations you recall from your childhood tend to influence how you decorate for the holiday as an adult. Your immediate family usually has the greatest impact, determining, for example, whether you buy a real tree or an artificial one. But sometimes, you develop a fondness for ...
Gone are the days of engaging in hand-to-hand combat to score the first 500-inch flat screen TV on Black Friday. No more Oklahoma land rush reenactments at midnight to get the newest video game consoles. Coronavirus has pretty much put the kibosh on heathen retail behavior. No one left ...
Finally. I have finally found the answer to a sort of personal mystery that surfaces every now and then for no other reason than to bug me for a few days, then go away, sort of like gout without the pronounced limp. I suppose I owe my old-Nashua friend and former Telegraph scribe Greg ...
Monday marks an especially meaningful anniversary for me. Early on December 7th, 1941, my future dad, Signalman Scott K. McIntyre, was puttering around just outside of Pearl Harbor on a converted World War I destroyer. He and his shipmates grumbled about having to get up early on a Sunday to ...
