Sometimes you hear the best bar story

So my dear wife Karen’s is off on an overnighter with her friends to Alex Bay, and Friday night wings at Chadwick’s were calling my name. The sports bar a couple blocks from the Little Bitty in the Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood has owner Billy behind the bar, a good cook in the kitchen,…

Penny in the Park

I’m glad to report that our guest columnist Paul Curran is back in good spirits and feeling well enough this week to present his Sunday Cuppa. And I’m also happy to say that he’s decided to listen to your comments and write about his interesting friend Penny again. And so he recalls … Welcome to…

A1 fever returns

One of my tasks as communications specialist at the Liverpool Public Library is capturing the flavor of events through the lens of the little sure-shot Canon they provided for the job. Better than the iPhone 6 for this blog, yes, in most cases, I’ve found as I go back and edit the digital copies on…

I dutifully send my Syracuse taxes off to the city P.O. Box

In the years I worked for the big daily, I could walk the few blocks through downtown Syracuse to City Hall. When I free-lanced and then worked at Lowe’s, my schedule was loose enough that I could make the trip from the Little Bitty in the city neighborhood of Eastwood to the official location to…

Getting a leg up in Onondaga Lake Park

I walked through Onondaga Lake Park during a Tuesday morning on the way to take photos of a Storytime for the library when I had to pull the iPhone 6 out of my pocket and squeeze off a few quick shots for myself. All of these folks with their legs just-so caught my attention. They…

A scary spark on our street in Eastwood

My dear wife Karen and I headed out to run an errand when she got off from her job at SMG Monday night. We didn’t stay out long. It was still light when I pulled my Chevy Cruze down the hill on our street in our Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood when we saw the…

A week to get well

The wonderful writer who usually fills this Sunday spot informs me that there will be no Cuppa coming from Paul Curran this morning. He’s not feeling up to hitting a grand slam this time around. Let’s all take a moment to wish him a great week in Canada. Feel better, good sir.

My new dye job

My impatience took over on Day Four. When I woke up Saturday morning, I grabbed the directions I’d been stowing on my dresser since the Tie Dye on the Lawn event at Liverpool Public Library on Wednesday afternoon and read the how-to one more time. Let it set for eight hours, it plainly said. Or…