Category Archives: Writing

Have you met the ‘murse?’ Read my latest piece.


In today’s Sunday business section, I have a byline about murses.

Why?

I don’t really know. Does a story about murses have to happen for a reason?

If you haven’t figured this out by now, allow me to explain it: Continue reading

How do you write an obituary for a cookie?

This photo, provided by Rodney Stauffer, was too grainy to use for print. It's a old Milk Custard box.

This photo, provided by Rodney Stauffer, was too grainy to use for print. It’s a old Milk Custard box.

This might be one of my favorite consumer-y stories I’ve done in a long time.

It started with an email about cookies. People couldn’t find them.

At first, I thought it sounded ridiculous.

It’s a fact of life. Companies discontinue products all the time.

After all, whatever happened to French Toast Crunch or Surge? BuzzFeed has a pretty good list right here.

So, what makes this situation different?

I’m going out on a limb here. No one’s holiday traditions (God. At least I hope not.) are tied to short-lived sugary soft drinks or strange, toast-shaped cereals. Continue reading

ALL THE BOYERS EVER: A profile story by an actual Boyer

 

Aside from Donald, these are all the Boyers you'll ever need to know. Meet my family -- Stan, Ann, and Casey.

Aside from Donald, these are all the Boyers you’ll ever need to know. Meet my fabulous family — Stan (the man), Ann, and Casey.

This story seems, at first, kind of self-serving.

Except it’s not.

I’ve never been a huge genealogy person. I know what I know, and that’s enough.

Maybe I’m scared what a little research might reveal. Maybe I’ll find out some of my relatives were heinous criminals or total weirdo losers.

Or maybe I just don’t care all that much.

But that’s OK. Donald Boyer cares enough  for the both of us. Continue reading

Rambling conversation with senior citizen turns into really cool manufacturing story

In other news, I took this photo last week in an alley. North York is apparently where York Fair stuffed animal prizes go to die.

In other York Fair news, I took this photo last week in an alley. North York is apparently where York Fair stuffed animal prizes go to die.

So, I went to the York Fair this year.

A lot.

While I was reporting on this story, I met a senior citizen that wouldn’t stop talking to me.

Initially, it was kind of annoying.

I wanted to write my story, get it out of the way and move onto the zillion other things I needed to do that day. Yet he wouldn’t take my body language cues.

He kept talking and talking and wouldn’t leave me alone.

Then, he said something crazy. Continue reading

Car wars: The business of booting in downtown York , Pa.

Sure, they’re all over big cities — used by police as a punishment for those who refuse to pay their parking tickets.

But when the boot came to York, people seemed more than confused.

They wondered: Are the police doing this? The parking authority? Continue reading

Hot for tots: A story that finally happened

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Designer tots at the Left Bank in York, Pa.

I wrote a story about tater tots the other week, just because.

Philip Given, who is mentioned in the story, suggested the tot angle months ago.

Naturally, I love weird stories. I, too, experienced the hipster tot phenomena on recent trip to DC, where we ate at Sticky Rice. Continue reading

Beards in Battle: A hairy angle on the Gettysburg 150th

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At every event I attend, I have to find something strange to write about.

 It’s no fun otherwise. Check out the stories I’ve done the last two years at the York Fair. (Here and here).

This seemed like the perfect strategy to employ Friday at the 150th anniversary of the Battle of Gettysburg, which is kind of a big deal, if you weren’t aware.

Anyway, no one wants to read a normal story from this event, except maybe the people participating. Continue reading