Ed Grisamore

(Originally published May 10, 1998)

Let me tell you about mamas. You can never tell them enough how much you love them. But you should try anyway.
And you’re never too old to kiss your mama. Don’t ever forget it.
Nothing can take the place of mama when you’re sick. No one else quite knows the right moment [...]

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(Contributed by Ed Grisamore)
Anyone who has ever been around Durwood “Mr. Doubletalk”  Fincher has unofficially signed the guest register as a visitor to Durworld.
It’s a badge one cannot wear with a straight face. The guy is pure funny. A comic genius. There is never a dull moment on the geiger counter.  Among other things, the [...]

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I don’t recall ever being part of a recall.
I am part of one now, though.
I am one of the 2.3 million Toyota owners in the U.S. — and 4.2 million worldwide – who will have to haul my 2008 Avalon back to the dealership for a recall.
They claim the gas pedals can get stuck. This is not good.
First, let [...]

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A man’s life cannot be measured by celebrity. His worth cannot be counted by his riches. His countenance is not a reflection of the spotlight he attracts.
Durwood “Mr. Doubletalk” Fincher has had a memorable year. He has made thousands of people laugh from Martha’s Vineyard to Reno to Lacrosse, Wisconsin to Naples, Fla., and back again.
His [...]

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(Excerpted from a column I wrote in September 2000)
If it’s only a game played on 57,600 square feet of green grass, then why does it make grown men cry?
Why do young women plan their wedding dates around football Saturdays, so not to interfere with a home game in Athens or Tuscaloosa, Ala.?
Why do perfectly normal [...]

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Things I’ve gotta do today:
Get up at 5:22 a.m. and go for my morning walk 2.34 miles around the neighborhood at 6:17 a.m.
Kiss the wife.
Coffee.
Step over the dogs in the kitchen while cooking breakfast.
Put my writing shoes on.
Be a friend to my fellow man.
Learn how to hit a curve ball.
Practice my doubletalk.
Fall into a book.
‘Mater [...]

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On most mornings, I get to the office early. I get a good parking spot. I usually am the first to arrive in the newsroom, so I turn on the lights. (I refuse to make the coffee, though.)
I’ve grown accustomed to homeless people walking past our building. They come up from the river, or from [...]

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There is a man in our building who arrives at work every morning at about the same time. I know when he gets there before I ever see him.
No, I don’t watch out my office window for him to pull into the parking lot. (I don’t even know what kind of car he drives.)
But I [...]

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I went on the road the other day and stopped to eat lunch in Cochran.
There’s a little meat-and-two place on 8th Street called Truett’s. It’s a favorite of the locals, and I have enjoyed a few meals there myself.
Truett’s has an old-fashioned  butcher shop and deli on the side of the building. But most folks [...]

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I’ve got my writing shoes on, and I am wearing an orange baseball cap.
The label said it’s 100 percent cotton, with nylon lining. It is made by a company called Adams Headwear.
This is what the inside  label says: ADAMS. New York. Paris. Milan.
This is what the other inside label says:  Made in China.
That’s pretty amusing.  [...]

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