Neighborly foresight

I have to hand it to my neighbor in the Liverpool neighborhood of Galeville. He makes the most of a newly arrived golf cart, parked on his front lawn to haul away autumn this-and-that from the pretty gardens always well-tended by he and his wife. He put the pieces together for his mom, he told…

Know your direction in life

Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle and I came across some pretty cool customers on a recent walk around the blocks surrounding A Bitty Better in our Liverpool neighborhood of Galeville. These birds stayed tight up the wire, bothered neither by my cherished rescue mutt nor my fidgeting to pull my iPhone 6s out of my…

They sure grow up fast these days

Last year there was a building and parking lot across the street from where my dear wife Karen and I always park for the Syracuse University Orange football games. No longer. I was surprised to see a new building going up when we pulled in for week one. The construction crew works fast. I wonder…

Flags I like to see together on campus

On a recent bright and sunny Saturday on the Syracuse University quad, a proud flapping at the top of a flagpole caught my attention as a proper part of the pretty scene. Orange and rainbow. Harmoniously. Comforting. Welcoming. As they should fly.

Punny pet people continue

They came out with a couple of new cute signs, our library neighbors at the corner of Tulip and First streets in the Village of Liverpool did. I know that feeling around Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle this time of year. I’ve yet to come to the end of my rope as I walk to…

When A Monster Calls, the kid has to answer it

Some things in Conor O’Malley’s life are all too real. The 10-year-old has to deal with bullies and unpopularity at school. Worse yet, at home his father isn’t around, splitting from their decidedly British digs to move to sunnier skies in L.A. Even topping this, his beloved mother is sick, battling an illness that keeps…

The goats and llamas talk to me

I continued my good relationship with the goats at the New York State Fair. I swear they remember me from year to year, and can’t wait to say hello again. The fellas in the photo above seem more about communicating to each other, though. Maybe they just caught wind of what that sign hanging above…