You really socked it to me

Apparently I have a sock issue. Or so it seems after yesterday’s post titled “So Shoe Me.” I thought I was showing off my good taste in lace-less footwear. You thought I was showing off shocking white socks. So, one last footwear post. Honest. Said Jolene: ” … then I saw your white socks with…

Closed for Easter

After viewing “Heaven Is for Real” for my weekly film review for the Syracuse New Times site this afternoon, my dear wife Karen and I took a little walk around the Syracuse mega shopping, dining and entertainment complex Destiny USA. The entertainment and dining portions seemed to be business as usual. Eat-in restaurants were all…

An eggcellent Easter breakfast

The bunny left brown eggs in our fridge this morning for Easter breakfast. Most eggcellent choice, Hoppy! Really, though, I hear they may have come from the country farm of my friend Steve and his wife Mary. My dear wife Karen may have picked up this dozen when Steve made a delivery at his other…

So shoe me

I made a decision in life that will affect me down to my sole. After a half-century of crossing, pulling, looping, crossing again and pulling tight, I’ve taken the stance that I’ve tied enough shoes in my life. Double knots in the time of need included, I figure that I’ve come to closure with, say,…

Spring football, Syracuse style

The powers that be would love for Syracuse football to catch on in popularity that could compare with national champion Florida State, big-time power Clemson and other college-crazy environments in the Atlantic Coast Conference. Maybe someday. Not today. At the annual spring game that closes this off-season segment of college football practices, a couple thousand…

Now and then

Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle and I passed this pretty little corner of a neighbor’s front yard this April 19 in our morning walk through the Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood. Nice looking pine backed by a lawn yearning to turn green. Rather unassuming, though, right? But does it look vaguely familiar? The last time…

We still like Ike

My dear wife Karen noticed the words on one of the TVs over the bottles at our neighborhood sports bar Chadwick’s first. Mets Trade Ike Davis to Pirates, the Friday happy hour sports news show revealed. “Oh, no,” Karen said, pointing to the volume-muted flat screen. We were sad. We liked Ike Davis. Big bat…

Now you are the beholder

The symmetry of spring cleanup caught me eye quickly this morning as Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle and I started our loop around the Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood. Across the street from the home I share with my dear wife Karen, four neighbors had placed bags from outdoor spring cleaning at the curb for…

What say you about my depth, breadth and selection?

I had great hopes earlier this week when I clicked the clicks, filled out the blocks, and sent my request to take part in Blogging 201 away to the powers that be at WordPress. It’s coming up on 14 months since I started this blog. Blogging U, you say? OK, I’ll try it. Except they…