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The Inseide Dope, by Bob Seidenstein

Psyched!

You wanna know what burns my bagels? It’s hearing someone mention a controversial event they didn’t know about, and then say in self-righteous indignation: “Why didn’t they teach me that in school?” This is a popular post on Facebook, almost as popular as fetal sonograms, unfocused ...

Sneaking into the Ivory Tower

Last week I wrote about how my childhood pal Russell Sheffrin and I had a wealth of things in common. Ironically, I left out the most interesting one. It was how we each got into grad school, which to use a homey metaphor, was through a hole in the back fence. My case was fairly simple — or ...

Ship to shore

Russell Sheffrin and I have so much in common, we could’ve been twins. We’re the same age and both grew up in Saranac Lake. We went to good ole SLHS, took the same classes, and graduated the same year. After high school, we both went off to college, and after college we both joined the ...

Easy come, easier gone

Although today unknown except to a small circle of people, in his day John Scarne was internationally renowned. He was a sleight of hand magician, considered by many to be the wold’s greatest card manipulator. And were he alive today, I doubt he’d have any serious challengers. He was a ...

Moving on, but not up

Although I have a cellphone, it’s nothing to call home about. It’s a hand-me-down from my brother, a flip phone as outdated as the Palmer Pen Method. Still, it suits my purposes fine. Or more exactly, it suits my purpose fine, since I have only one, which is on-the-road emergencies. Thus ...

Raised spirits after fallen leaves

Fall is a hard time for me and always has been. Of course, “fall” itself is a variable. By its calendar definition it starts on Sept. 21 or 22, but by my definition it starts much later. I’m fine until foliage, and once we have foliage (especially like our last one) I’m even better. ...