Addyman’s Corner

By John Addyman       Email: john.addyman@yahoo.com My son and I made a quick stop at our local supermarket. I

By John Addyman It’s one thing to talk to yourself. It’s quite something else to watch yourself talk to yourself.

I’ve been having dreams about cookies. Some men dream about getting stranded on a tropical island with a “Sports Illustrated”

By John Addyman Socks. My wife is looking at me, disapprovingly. “Socks,” she said. “It’s a start.” In an upstairs

By John Addyman Email: john.addyman@yahoo.com This is the time of year when those of us who live in the 315

By John Addyman Email: john.addyman@yahoo.com When I was a little boy, my mom would take me into Scranton, Pennsylvania, to

By John Addyman Email: john.addyman@yahoo.com Did you ever have a moment when you thought about something in your past, and

By John Addyman Email: john.addyman@yahoo.com We sat down for a pleasant dinner at Jeremiah’s Tavern in Rochester — my oldest

By John Addyman Email: john.addyman@yahoo.com I think my wife has decided she doesn’t need me anymore. And you might ask,

By John Addyman Email: john.addyman@yahoo.com In Clark’s Green, the little town where I grew up north of Scranton, Pennsylvania, we