Addyman’s Corner

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

By John Addyman Email: john.addyman@yahoo.com I was talking to someone I’d just met at an outdoor function. He was curious. “How

By John Addyman Email: john.addyman@yahoo.com I know you’re going to do it,” my wife said to me. “I can tell by

By John Addyman Email: john.addyman@yahoo.com I’ve shared some of the dreary details of my humble life with you. So, perhaps