By Dom Cioffi I have been watching the Academy Awards since I was in grade school — long before there were pre-shows dedicated to the actors’ and actresses’ outfits and long before the event was used as a platform for […]
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There’s Madness in the air!
By Dom Cioffi This past Sunday, my son and I stayed up late to watch the Arizona vs TCU [Texas Christian University] NCAA men’s basketball contest. It was one of those nail-biter games from beginning to end, where either team […]
Cult of personality
By Dom Cioffi While I didn’t realize it at the time, on a warm summer day in 1984, the seeds of a lifelong cult worship were irrevocably sown. I was visiting a neighborhood friend when he mentioned that his parents […]
Hanging on by a thread
By Dom Cioffi I tend to be a creature of habit. I drink coffee every morning from the same mug; I go to the same movie theater and sit in the same spot; I’ve jogged the same route every other […]
Airing things out
By Dom Cioffi Music has the uncanny ability to transport us back in time. For example, just the other day, Thin Lizzy’s “The Boys are Back in Town” came on the radio and I was immediately jettisoned back to my […]
Money can’t buy you love
By Dom Cioffi When I wake up, one of the first things I do after I grab a cup of coffee is sit down with my iPad and read the news. I used to read the daily newspaper every morning, […]
I’ll take that bet, … or maybe I won’t
By Dom Cioffi Well, another season has come and gone. I’m always melancholy after the conclusion of the Super Bowl, knowing that I’ll have to wait another seven months to start watching football again. I find it ironic, but football […]
Reading the scene
By Dom Cioffi Do you remember early in the pandemic, when the high school seniors were about to graduate and everyone was lamenting how sad it was for that age group? We all agreed that it didn’t seem fair that […]
The keys to life
By Dom Cioffi I grew up under two extremes. My father’s parents (my paternal grandparents) were hard-working, blue-collar laborers, with my grandfather being a self-employed plumber and my grandmother the quintessential mother and housewife. They lived in a small two-story […]
For the love of the game
By Dom Cioffi When I was in middle school in the early 1980s, I played in a flag football league sponsored by our city’s recreation department. The league brought together kids from all the local schools and organized them onto […]