John Cichowski

1 month ago | northjersey.com | John Cichowski

Hollywood’s big celebration is on the horizon, which means it’s time to sharpen our skills for picking winners in our annual Oscars quiz, but as Academy Award winner Bob Dylan once observed, “The times they are a-changin'.” It used to be easier to suggest winners, especially when big epics like “Lawrence of Arabia” or the first “Gladiator” movie — or even last year’s “Oppenheimer” — were in the running.

Jul 1, 2024 | dailyrecord.com | John Cichowski

Dr. Bob Zufall’s retired colleagues couldn’t turn him down in 1990 when he asked for volunteers at the modest, free health clinic he was creating in Dover. They didn’t know that his one-night-a-week operation would grow into an award-winning, seven-county behemoth that now serves some 45,000 uninsured or under-insured patients who otherwise would swamp hospital emergency rooms. But they knew their old friend and his wife sometimes flew to South America to help treat the impoverished.

Mar 5, 2024 | yahoo.com | John Cichowski

If you’re stumped picking Sunday’s Academy Award winners, consider taking our annual Oscars Quiz to learn about theories like the Motherhood Advantage. Don’t scoff. Since 1929, certain acting roles have carried built-in advantages. For example, it’s no secret that the academy has shown preferences for alcoholics, prostitutes and characters with disabilities. But research shows that motherhood trumps them all.

Dec 5, 2023 | northjersey.com | John Cichowski

"Get down here now! I've been trying to reach you!" barked the voice on the phone. Naked and wet from showering after a day of gardening, I hadn't heard an order like that since editors summoned me to riots, car crashes and murders many years ago. "There's blood on the street!" added the caller - my wife Susan. "Police are here."Blood? Surely not on our woodsy, law-abiding block! Not where squirrels scale my oaks and deer trample my begonias.

Dec 5, 2023 | news.yahoo.com | John Cichowski

“Get down here now! I’ve been trying to reach you!” barked the voice on the phone. Naked and wet from showering after a day of gardening, I hadn’t heard an order like that since editors summoned me to riots, car crashes and murders many years ago. “There’s blood on the street!” added the caller – my wife Susan. “Police are here.”Blood? Surely not on our woodsy, law-abiding block! Not where squirrels scale my oaks and deer trample my begonias.