July 14, 2016
ISSUE | HEALTH Cancer a blessing When I received my diagnosis of Stage 4 pancreatic cancer, I went through all five stages of grief before realizing how fortunate I was in so many ways I had never felt before. Every day became a joy to behold. I am still alive with my wonderful family. Money issues, grudges, arguing over small stuff, ignoring the simple pleasures of life - a good book, friends, poker with the guys, a walk, a sunset - are miracles. Why waste time sweating the small stuff when there are chemotherapy treatments every two weeks, with all the pain and torment they entail?
August 14, 2015
Fresh fish on the grill is one of summer's simple pleasures: season with salt and pepper, cook, and finish with a touch of lemon. But with just the tiniest extra effort, you can turn that basic fillet into a spectacular dish. Here, two easy steps make it so: add a smear of sun-dried tomato tapenade and wrap it in a leaf of Swiss chard. Chard-Wrapped Cod With Sun-Dried Tomato Tapenade 4 servings For the tapenade 12 sun-dried tomatoes (not oil-packed; 1.4 ounces total)
April 25, 2015 |
There's a certain type of American man who never changes and never disappears. Often overlooked, and even looked down upon, he nonetheless degrades himself in humiliating jobs to support his family while clinging to dreams of wealth and fame. On television, this man has appeared by many names: Al Bundy, Homer Simpson, Fred Flintstone, and Ralph Kramden. The latter finds life on stage as Scottie (Scott Greer) in 1812 Productions' To the Moon. Jen Childs and her creative team wrote To the Moon as an homage to the comedy style of Jackie Gleason, with Greer standing in for The Honeymooners star in a number of respects.
September 24, 2011 |
IT TAKES A special skill to make a film feel as soft and light as a summer breeze, and yet that is what French director Jean Becker accomplishes with "My Afternoons With Margueritte," a glimpse into the everyday of two ordinary lives. This little gem is all about the nature of chance encounters and how they can change us in unexpected ways. The one on which this story hangs begins on a park bench in a small village in the French countryside. It is a place patina-ed by the years, as are the two main characters, a fragile bird-thin woman named Margueritte (Gisele Casadesus)
September 17, 2010
James P. "Jinx" Lake, 82, formerly of Drexel Hill, a top car salesman, died of cancer Tuesday, Sept. 14, at Brandywine Senior Living in Kennett Square. Mr. Lake was a salesman at McGowen Ford in Ardmore from 1952 to 1985 and then at Frankel Chevrolet, also in Ardmore, until retiring in 1997. He had generations of loyal customers, said a son, Brendan. At one point in the 1970s, he was selling 30 to 40 cars a month, his son said. The walls of his den were covered with award plaques, including for selling the most Ford Thunderbirds in the country for five years.
June 21, 2010
RE YOUR June 14 editorial ( "It's Kind of a Done Deal" ): Saying that the sheriff and his office are "unnecessary" is to say democracy itself is unnecessary! The very things that make us the country we are with the form of government we enjoy are the checks and balances included in the Constitution and our City Charter that are designed to ensure a fair way to administer the law. The business of the sheriff's office is to execute law for the courts and carry out their judgments, be it serving writs and warrants, conducting sheriff's sales or prisoner transport and court security.
June 13, 2010 |
The bentwood chairs at Mr. Martino's wobble and creak with various degrees of age and comfort. And though the staff is graciously patient with those who fuss and switch until they find the perfect seat, don't expect a decor makeover anytime soon at this South Philly classic. "We couldn't bring ourselves to buy new chairs," owner Marc Farnese said as he swapped out my chair for one that still had a back. "It just wouldn't feel right. " After 18-plus years inside this dimly lit haven of homey Italian cooking, a former 19th-century hardware store whose chestnut-paneled room is hung with antique paintings, lacy curtains, and old family photos, a few quirks are to be expected.
May 18, 2007 |
Anthony Edwards' family will bury him today. To the people of Philadelphia, he was homicide victim No. 142 of 2007. As such, it is easy to forget that he, like other victims of the city's murder epidemic, was more than a statistic; that his life, even in its ordinariness, had an impact. He was 49, and he was shot dead at lunchtime May 10 in West Oak Lane for the $60 he had in his pocket. Relatives - who do not want his life reduced to the hyphen between 1958 and 2007 - say he would have handed over the money without a fight.
May 18, 2007 |
Anthony Edwards' family will bury him today. To the people of Philadelphia, he was homicide victim No. 142 of 2007. It is easy to forget that he, like other victims of the city's murder epidemic, was more than a statistic; that his life, even in its ordinariness, had an impact. He was 49, and he was shot dead at lunchtime May 10 in West Oak Lane for the $60 he had in his pocket. Relatives - who do not want his life reduced to the hyphen between 1958 and 2007 - say he would have handed over the money without a fight.
June 4, 2006 |
One of our family vacations was spent on a barrier island off the coast of southern North Carolina called Holden Beach. We had the pleasure of staying with friends. There were no amusement parks on the island, no miniature golf courses, and no noisy planes pulling banners across the sky. Although this is my idea of paradise, I thought my children would be bored. I was wrong. It was memorable for its simplicity. There was the beach, the ocean and quiet, dark nights. Our days were filled with collecting seashells on the beach, watching the shrimp boats come and go in the Intracoastal Waterway, and taking bike rides to explore the island with our children, Tommy, then 11, and Katie, then 8. The most important event of the day was identifying the objects we found on the beach.