LSJ Blogs: John Schneider

See you next year

It’s Christmas in Alaiedon, with all of the kids at home — a party I wouldn’t want to miss. I’ll be back on  Jan. 3.
Merry Christmas and Happy New year to one and all.

Oil-change extra results in a well-deserved greased palm

Lord knows I’ve had my battles with quick-oil-change joints in the past. Now, here’s a big hug and kiss …

Too good for the ‘hood?

Mourning the loss of L&L, a poster to my previous blog wrote: “I moved to Colonial Village in 1979. You couldn’t have asked for a better neighborhood …
“Of course some people thought they were too good for the ‘hood, and moved to Okemos, Holt and DeWitt …”
Was “Lindee” talking about me?

Grocery shopping: A chore, or a social experience?

Me? On the rare occasions when I have to fill the larder, I look at it the same way I look at removing a sliver; I grit my teeth and get it over with as quickly as possible.

Airline security hit or miss

Leo Maguire of Grand Ledge knew full well that he could never get a nail clipper aboard a recent Allegiant Air plane to Las Vegas. So, imagine his surprise when the passenger across the aisle reached into his carry-on bag and whipped out a full-size metal dinner fork, along with a Tupperware bowl of food.

Pure Michigan; hold the salt

If you haven't seen the latest "Pure Michigan" spoof  ad about winter in our fair state, it's worth a chuckle - salty language and all. Come to think of it, it's too bad they couldn't put that language on the roads. A warning: If you have delicate ears, you might want to steer clear (assuming you can get some traction).

A strange business plan

Pretend, for a moment, that you ran a shopping mall…
Chances are you’d see Christmas as an opportunity to sell lots of gift cards. So, the first thing you’d do is make them unavailable on weekends — when most shoppers are at the mall. Right?

Cast your vote for the most annoying Christmas carol

It’s not the extravagance of “The Twelve Days of Christmas” that bothers me. It’s the monotony.

My 3 1/2-hour white-knuckle drive to Detroit

Grosse Pointe Woods, actually. A funeral. My wife and I left eased onto I-96, at Okemos Road, at 7:30 a.m.. Monday and arrived just in time for the funeral mass Consecration, around 11 a.m.

A new way to recycle newsprint

My prediction is that about half of you will applaud this, and the other half will throw rotten tomatoes ...