Chairs look lonelier now
Somehow they look less inviting with the pool covered.
Too big for cherries or crabapples
A recent trip to Willow Bay revealed this stately tree. The fruit caught my attention. Too big to be a cherries or crabappples for sure. When I air-dropped a photo for my dear wife Karen to try her app, it suggested an American Cherry. We don’t think so.
Lonely no more?
On a safe walk around the town offices in the neighborhood recently, I noticed the gated playground instruments looked might isolated. I figure school and daycare has been missing from the gated playground since March. Maybe it will start anew, and safe learning and fun will commence.
Catch what catch can
Soon this little fence of ours on the side yard will be catching leaves. The summer has gone so fast.
Having a bird
You know I like the real birds that flit around our yard. The pink flamingos that stay out front our next door neighbors’ place make me happy, too.
Dreams form a solid foundation for The Last Black Man in San Francisco
The big, beautiful house always sticks in Jimmie’s mind, sometimes in reality and his always in his dreams. The majestic spread in the neighborhood known as Harlem West was his childhood home for a time cut short by obvious family strife. Not before the family legend of how his grandfather had so lovingly build this…
The puns are back
One little step back in the blocks around my library job in the Village of Liverpool: The recent return of the pun signs at the corner in front of the pet store. Oh, how I missed the humor on my work break safe walks.
It was one hot summer
The pool crew visited earlier this week. Yes, we know, some days warm enough to dip likely remain. But some days have already dipped down enough at night to chill that water. My dear wife Karen and surely know that this backyard fixture of ours was much appreciated in the summer of COVID-19.
There was Tom Seaver and the rest of the Mets
Oh, I liked the Mets before Tom Seaver arrived on the mound in 1967. It’s just that as a young boy growing up on Long Island, I didn’t know better than to endure all that losing from my very first favorite team. And then this pitcher came to Shea Stadium from Southern California and showed…
Rock swap
On a visit to Onondaga Lake Park with the kids, Elisabeth and Mason came upon a cool painted rock nestled with the natural stones on the shoreline. My talented daughter, of course, had one of her painted rocks in her backpack to trade. The MO. She picks up the rock and puts down her creation…
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