More than a beach pail’s worth of sand

Big cheers. I’ll agree that a century of serving the citizens of my state with great parks and historic preservation is worthy noting with this year’s sand sculpture in the New York State Fair’s Center of Progress. Where I used to go. Yes, my parents used to lug us kids to Jones Beach on Long…

Butter as art

A toast to the butter sculpture. My dear wife Karen and I must stop in the Dairy Building to take a look at what this year’s artist has done with the really big chunk of butter. Good to our land. Here’s to taking good care of our Earth, sowing and reaping. And, oh, yes, here’s…

Fair, always

Same as it ever was. Nobody can accuse the many folks who’ve taken the wheel of the New York State Fair of being change-averse. If state officials think an alteration will bring more bodies through the game (and coins into the state piggy bank), tinker they will. Yet when my dear wife Karen and I…

Summer gets cooler

Cookout ready. When my dear wife Karen and I were brainstorming for the just-right Christmas gifts for George Three last holiday season, we (she) hit upon a beverage cooler for the family cookouts in he and terrific daughter Elisabeth’s backyard they cherish so much. He loved it when it was opened on the holiday. On…

Lovely setting for a game

Yes, I did. The hard workers from my dear wife Karen’s company who set up the great picnic at Heritage Hill set up two sets of cornhole boards on the pretty back lawn. I did toss a game, partnered with newly met Dr. Druger. A good time was had by all players. And we sweated…

Big pig

Shy, too. I couldn’t coax the Heritage Hill pig to come out and say hello to me no matter how sweet I talked. Not even when I explained that out menu coming up for the company picnic featured chicken and beef. Thus, no head shot.

Donkey time

Good donkey! While the goats had a big yard to roam at Heritage Hill, the pair of donkeys seemed a bit cramped to me in their pen. You seem sweet. My dear wife Karen and I heard no complaints from the pair, though.

Hello, goats!

Pretty place. My dear wife Karen’s workplace again threw a wonderful picnic-party at nearby Heritage Hill. We walked outside to say hello to the goats. Hey, buddy. They liked the company, too.

Thank you for expanding our lake view

It’s down there, too. Earlier this summer, I began seeing and hearing busy workers clearing trees and brush to the left side of the town offices on our street. I thanked them, and the boss told me they were going to get the hillside but good. And a zoom. Now that they’re done, my dear…

Another game

Take us out to the ball game. A double header on a sunny weekend when KP is up from Atlanta? Perfect when he joins Elisabeth, George Three and I take in some baseball. It makes it even better that the promotion in the second game led to the home team going back to the former…