Radio Free Montone
“In the midst of life, we are in death.”
Thanks to the proliferation of real estate reality shows on cable TV, selling a house has evolved into an elaborate and expensive scam perpetrated upon people by the realtors and their spin-offs.
When I was a kid and my parents packed my brother and me into our ‘63 Dodge Dart with the push button transmission for a trip down the shore, the Skyway loomed large like a giant rusting Erector set.
In North America opening day was a night game. On the morning of the Mets opener at CitiField it was snowing. It was also still March.
“Pretty big gun for a pretty small man,” said Police Commissioner Bill Bratton.
My first TV segment called, “Mouth-Off to Montone,” consisted of some street interviews during which the camera was trained on the person I was interviewing.
The next time you get the urge to bash the “mainstream media,” take a smooth ride on the Palisades Interstate Parkway.
New Jersey is not short on governmental bodies, commissions and semi-autonomous agencies.
Just when you think you know your audience. Well, think again.
9/11 is part of our national language. It’s mere mention evokes scenes of fire and death. What we sometimes forget is that 21 years ago next Wednesday, six people were killed and more than a thousand injured in the first terror attack on the World Trade Center
Three magic words will melt these massive mountains of snow: Pitchers and catchers
Having covered the Super Bowl from Sunday afternoon into Sunday night and not wrapping up until the wee hours of Monday morning, my clock radio did not call out to me at 3:20 a.m. I had the day off.
And it snowed.
The Super Bowl or The Big Game if you are not an official sponsor has been around for XLVIII of my LX years.
Remember when we were promised that the technology of tomorrow would make our lives so much simpler?
Danielle Douglas was raised comfortably in Springfield, N.J. Then at the age of 17 she became a sex slave.