By Allen Herman I have a serious problem. My wife is demanding I “turn in” my article for this edition of the Suburbanite and I am stumped. While I have enough ideas to fill a book, yet along one article, my piece of paper remains blank.
By Allen Herman I feel compelled to start my little "drive" by mentioning a new Persian restaurant that recently opened on York Road where Hatboro and Willow Grove meet. This little gem is just one block from the PA Turnpike and many other highways. It is
By Jerry Gervase Dear Linda, In the past I would go roaring into the New Year armed to the teeth with resolutions, the kinds of promises that would not only improve the quality of my life but, had the potential to save the world. I’ve stopped making
It seems I can never write this article without mentioning food. This month is no exception. So, let me start by saying that I am up and about again and have wanted to get out of our condo before I developed total Cabin Fever. Finally, my
It’s a new year. I hope for all who read this column that it proves to be a good one. I hope we all have peace, good health and prosperity in our future. Sometimes we don’t know when we are well off. This article was literally
It's January and you know what that means
I had already heard about Huntingdon Valley's newish Italian restaurant, La Strada. Reports were in about its good food and pleasing atmosphere. But what impressed me most was something our "delivery boy" and very good friend, Harold Katz, shared
Studio 344, in the hub of Warminster on York Road, next to the iconic Tony Luke’s, is a full service mecca for all your beauty needs. Hair, nails, waxing, tanning and airbrush, and bodywraps; just make your selection and the folks at this bustling studio
His name is Alex Kane. In all probability you have never heard of him. He never was an elected official nor did he ever invent anything. He never played football for his high school or won any Spelling Bee. He was an average student in
I was invited to a high school graduation this year, and getting the invitation brought back memories of my own graduation — which was so long ago that many of the parents of the class of 2016 had not even been born. I don’t remember who
