Author Archives: Linda Schaub

While wending my way down to Wyandotte this morning, from a distance I saw two silhouettes, walking side by side, carrying what was apparently fishing tackle. The taller one clutched the handle of a box of some sort; the shorter … Continue reading →

You’re the berries! Another cute, but old-fashioned expression to tell someone how swell they are. So far this season the Bing cherries have been much too dear and I’ve bypassed the strawberries as I’m awaiting the plump, ripe and luscious … Continue reading →

Here’s the perfect vocabulary word, albeit a little archaic, to describe a daily walk and it certainly is befitting for Independence Day. Today’s constitutional was a measly two miles. Big booming fireworks in the neighborhood started going off at 1:30 … Continue reading →

I was up and at it very early this morning and hotfooted out the door at 7:00 a.m. hoping to make up for the lackluster miles logged the past few days. On WJR they were touting today as “Compliment Your … Continue reading →

Flip flops are getting swapped for fur coats these last few days – and galoshes of course. Flashback to my childhood days when my mom bought me “puddlers” so my feet didn’t get wet going to and from school. I … Continue reading →

Notwithstanding the skit at the Republican National Convention last year with Clint Eastwood and his “sidekick” chair, I too have a commentary on chairs. Hopefully, this post does not become the debacle that Clint’s chair chat was or sound like … Continue reading →

I saw this rather archaic word this week on The Old Farmer’s Almanac Facebook site and decided to use it to describe a walk. The word “walk” sounds so boring sometimes. So, … this morning I perambulated to Meijer for … Continue reading →

Well, Jeepers Creepers – Cruisin’ Downriver is upon us again. I went the inaugural year – 1999, and, while it was unique and fun to see all the old cars driving by, it soon got a little tiring – same … Continue reading →

My mom often imparted wisdom to me as I was growing up: “believe half of what you hear and all of what you see”, “if everyone else jumps off the bridge you don’t have to follow”, “be careful what you … Continue reading →

No, not talkin’ about a foot fetish, nor “toes up” signifying a vacation and no, not sinking my toes into the sand or dangling them in the water at a beach venue. I’m talkin’ about dinosaur toes. Every time I … Continue reading →