LSJ Blogs: John Schneider

Retirees face a new reality

I’m pro-union and blue collar at heart and come from a family with a long relationship with the auto industry and the UAW.

I meant no offense

Here’s my official statement: When I used the phrase “snail mail,” I meant to offend neither the snail, nor the mail.

What’s in your wallet, and how attached are you to it?

How much are you willing to pay for the convenience of a credit card?
Think about it, because you may soon have to put a dollar figure on it.

And we thought travel trailers were dead and buried …

As an experienced observer of seasonal movements on U.S. 127,  I’m ready to say there were more mobile pre-fabs than ever participating in the north-south migration over the Memorial Day Weekend.

I’ll never be an opera buff

I wish I could say I was thrilled, or enthralled, or bewitched, by the Michigan Opera Theatre’s production of “Carmen” at Wharton Center Thursday night.
But, alas, I cannot.

Rules are (only) rules

I’ll admit it — I’m a child of the ‘60s. Yet, I’m a rule-follower, generally speaking.
That doesn’t mean, however, that I’m ready to walk down the aisle with them.

A special kind of thief

Ah, Memorial Day weekend  — the start of the cemetery-theft season.

Well, at least he stopped his Jeep

The first e-mail I opened Wednesday — from Judy Ferrigan of St. Johns:

It’s at an art fair, so it must be art

How come, in the context of art fairs, people go ga-ga over stuff that, in the context of a WalMart “Clearance” table, they wouldn’t touch?

I’m not saying there aren’t some gold nuggets among the silt; I’m just saying there’s a lot of overpriced silt that gets carried away — destined, I imagine, for garage sales not too far down the road.

Who’s afraid of the big, bad frost?

My tomato plants are in the ground, and if that casts aspersions on my judgement, so be it.