By Glenn Dromgoole It’s one of the first questions you might ask a stranger: “Where are you from?” Now, I’m a grammar nerd, but not a grammar purist. A purist might insist that you shouldn’t say “Where are you from?” because it ends in a preposition. So, to be grammatically correct, I suppose I should say, “Where are you from,

By Glenn Dromgoole I’m kind of biased when it comes to August, it being the month I was born in. It’s also the month when school and church start back up (used to be September), when football season actually kicks off, when families try to cram in last-minute summer vacation weekends, and when we count down how many more days

By Glenn Dromgoole I thought I was a better than average hitter in the City Church Slow Pitch Softball League, playing for the Methodists that summer. I was the catcher and leadoff hitter, but I wasn’t a Methodist (I was a Baptist), but then neither were our pitcher (Lutheran), first baseman (Church of Christ), shortstop (Catholic), left fielder (Agnostic) or

By Glenn Dromgoole One of my first books, published in 1999 by St. Martin Press, was The Power of a Penny: Little Ways Our Lives Can Count for Something Big. It was never a bestseller, but it is still in print, 26 years later. However, I suppose it’s becoming something of an anachronism, given the fact that pennies will no

By Glenn Dromgoole I like the haiku poetic format of three lines totaling 17 syllables – five in the first line, seven in the second, five in the third – each line communicating a thought. The rhythm just seems to work for me — I’ve written about 300 of them over the years on topics ranging from golf and baseball

By Glenn Dromgoole What is your favorite piece of chicken? Mine has always been the chicken leg, the drumstick. At one of my favorite buffets that serves exceptional old-fashioned fried chicken – meaning it is cooked in a cast-iron skillet – when I ask for a chicken leg, the server invariably says: “Right or left?” I laugh. “How about both?”