Catchy truck title …

If I was in the mood for breakfast … My dear wife Karen and I are always on the lookout for witty names while we circle the competitors at the annual Food Truck Battle. She quickly pointed to the Oh, Crepe & Waffles folks. Yeah, I agreed, but I was already set on the lobster…

Family time in the sun

Gotcha! Sometimes I get stealthy with my iPhone camera. I think terrific daughter Elisabeth and fantastic fiance George Three saw me before I clicked at the Food Truck Battle, though. A lovely time at the table we all had.

I know those sounds from Brownskin

Great job by a familiar band. I was happy that a band I recalled from my days covering music for the big daily took the Food Truck Battle stage while the six of us enjoyed our food and conversation on the grassy field at the New York State Fairgrounds. The Brownskin Band sounded fantastic, vocals…

A short drive adds interest to the PGA

Welcome to history. My decades-long friendship with Tater added another golf-based chapter this week when he invited me along to share in a very thoughtful Christmas gift. Chris’ wonderful wife Linda — OK, that’s what he’s known as in non-nickname moments — thought a day for two at the Tuesday practice round for the PGA…

Nursing along the strawberries

Berry promising. Terrific daughter Elisabeth and fiancé George Three brought in a car load of strawberry plants for this first spring in their new home spread. After they got them all in separate planters, we were offered a batch. Off I went to find a strawberry jar. Several spots into my search, I scored the…

It’s peony tree time

More backyard beauties. The latest addition to my dear wife Karen and I’s backyard blooming pageant are the huge and fragrant peony tree bursts. A half-dozen big flowers have added their gorgeous scent to the side corner, and more buds await.

Everybody wants that lobster

Two trucks down. When the six of us arrived at the annual Food Truck battle at the New York State Fairgrounds on Saturday, I knew my first stop when my dear wife Karen, terrific daughter Elisabeth, George Three and his parents George Two and Sue decided on different locations. On the hugest line I got…

Ready, aim, too slow with the phone camera

Out there, somewhere. George Three noticed the majestic bald eagle up in the tree from the back seat. We were pulling into the adjacent Byrne Dairy for a quick purchase anyway, so he and I jumped out and ran over while my dear wife Karen ran in to buy the hamburger buns and Elisabeth watched…

Worth a bow

Blooming efforts. The purple-pink flanking our backyard shed has caused me to duck lower than usual three weekly mows in a row now. No, not complaining.