Author Archives: Scott Linscott

By Scott Linscott I like typos, grammatical errors, and misspellings that make me laugh. For example, the girl on Twitter who tweeted, “I love the smell of my boyfriend’s colon.” Now, I’m the last person to have the right to … Continue reading →

By Scott Linscott I’m going in for a quick procedure today where they will take some pictures of my heart using sound waves. I hope it smiles at the tech. My heart is usually pretty nice, I think. People tell … Continue reading →

By Scott Linscott Well, there she goes. My cute, little, 5’1″ wife (she’ll say 5’2”) just kissed me goodbye and walked off down the sidewalk, headed to school. The last time she did that it was mid-March. I wonder if … Continue reading →

I didn’t realize the survival skills I learned in the year before and year after my liver transplant would be needed again. Back then I went through a lot of discouragement and depression during so much isolation. In the year … Continue reading →

Donald W. Linscott Jr, (9/21/32 – 3/29/20) Donald W. Linscott Jr, (9/21/32 – 3/29/20) of Auburn, Maine passed away peacefully on Sunday, March 29 at the Maine Veteran’s Home in Scarborough, Maine after a long battle with diabetes resulting in … Continue reading →

Merry Christmas! Here’s our 2019 brag letter about how awesome everything is. I’ve been out of prison for 3 months now and am adjusting well. Robin took me back in but she does not like the cool prison tat I … Continue reading →

I remember sitting in the back row at church, as a kid, wearing my shoulder pads, my Giants jersey, my football pants and my cleats. And I wasn’t the only one. It was our Sunday morning attire before our youth … Continue reading →

Allow me to gush about this woman … the mother of my children. I met her in college. She was a science major on a pre-vet track. She was heading to classes and labs all day and studied like a … Continue reading →

“What would the world be like without Captain Hook?” “What if Clarence never jumped into the river to save George Bailey and Zuzu’s pedals?” It’s the age-old, “what if I wasn’t here” question that mankind has wondered for years. It … Continue reading →

Do you need some resurrecting? On Saturday, all was quiet while Jesus was in the grave. Friends and supporters sat weeping with loss and dashed dreams. Detractors were gloating and feeling some relief at finally being proved right and getting … Continue reading →

Some of you know that I see more in my photographs than the obvious. Things I photograph often speak to me. Today, while I walked around a historic train yard, these old padlocks and weathered chain drew my eye. In … Continue reading →