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John Grindrod: An angler’s wife, remarkable resiliency

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There is, of course, an anthology of jokes about fishermen and their wives. And, while some jokes diminish the importance of a wife relative to the importance of hauling in a nice small mouth bass, if you asked one of our area’s premier reservoir fishermen about his wife of 20 years, Steve Contini might just say if asked what the best catch of his life was, that would be his wife, Tina.

John Grindrod: Leap day thoughts and the big question

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Of course, every leap year is a unique one, and every four years when one arrives, I have the same thoughts about that extra day we’re granted. Certainly, one thought is how short it seems since the last February 29. The celerity with which time passes, no doubt, is a thought that I think predominates those who’ve been blessed with senior days.

John Grindrod: As I age, what I value most

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We change as we age, and I’m not just talking about the sad manifestations of physical aging. As for the changes physically, well, while we don’t recognize those changes day in and day out as we gaze into the bathroom mirror each morning to begin our hygienic ritual, we certainly do when riffling through old photos of us from decades ago which prove that things aren’t as they once were.

John Grindrod: TV, where once it bonded, now, not so much

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For those of us who’ve been granted the gift of more time here on earth than was afforded to so many others, we often think of the changes that have occurred during our lives. We have seen so very much in terms of technological advances.

John Grindrod: For St. Marys, reconnecting with the past

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In 1986, the musical group Timbuk3 scored its biggest hit with the song “The Future’s So Bright, I Gotta Wear Shades.” If an historic building can be personified, it could be said that the St. Marys Theater and Opera House not only has a venerable past but also a future bright enough to require sunglasses.

John Grindrod: Small things noticed that may carry a larger message

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As still a part of the work world, I see my share of people pretty much every day in the buildings I’m working, in the occasional hotels in which I stay and in the places I grab a bite, in addition to those I pass when I’m not working. While observing my fellow men and women and their actions, I’ve taken note of some things that may carry a larger message.

John Grindrod: Signs, signs, everywhere an error

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When it comes to signs, in trying to determine when they were first used, you might want to recall the 45 RPM by the Hollywood Argyles that came out in 1960 entitled “Ally Oop” because sign usage goes all the way back to the Stone Age. That was when Mr. Oop and his mates began drawing symbols on cave walls to advertise the products they had that they were willing to barter.

John Grindrod: Old school is the best school, says Lady Jane

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On weekends when I’m hosting my Lady Jane for the day, part of my experience is always providing a home-cooked meal to share with her. The fare is basic but, I think pretty good and nutritious, that is, until that last part that happens to be LJ’s favorite part of any meal, the dessert.

John Grindrod: Cooking and the single man (or woman)

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When it comes to what must be done to sustain life, eating really does head the list. Like so many, including my lovely daughters Shannon and Katie, I’ve developed over time a growing fascination with cooking. I think a part of the intrigue comes from the exposure cooking has gotten both in social media outlets and on television. And while I’m surely not interested in engaging in any cooking competitions against the likes of superstar foodies like Bobby Flay and Gordon Ramsay, whose culinary talents have allowed them to bank millions, I do like, especially on weekends, to see what I can do knocking out a recipe. Back in a former life when there was someone else here to do the cooking, to me, the kitchen merely was a shortcut to get from the living room to the family room.

John Grindrod: Some thoughts on AI

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On a beautiful fall Saturday last year, with both a deep blue sky and a bit of a snap in the air at 61 degrees, I asked Alexa if it was a pretty day. There seemed to be a bit longer of a pause from my AI roomie before “her” voice replied, “I don’t know that one.”