Splitting up, we all play 9 holes

When last we checked in on our eight-golfer league, dark was dampening our spirits on Monday nights at Northern Pines in Cicero. So Commish ended last week’s shortened play with a talk with the higher-ups at the course just outside of Syracuse, N.Y. They suggested the best route was to separate our foursomes, each to…

Happiness Is

Why, yes, she is my daughter. How did you know? The party started with tailgating in the parking lot for the six of us: My dear wife Karen and I, Elisabeth and her boyfriend George Three, and his parents Susan and George Two. With Father’s Day the following day, the timing could not have been…

The What For

My good friend Joey over at Joeyfully Stated dropped one on us the other day that’s one of the best thinkers I’ve seen around these parts in a bit. She titled her essay On Purpose, and she says she wrote it because Edwina’s Episodes had tackled something similar and had, in fact, passed the chore…

Now fans will see what direction the program is going

There are a lot of old sayings that make the point. Smelly stuff flows downhill. Cut off the head to defeat the enemy. Wow. Those are pretty harsh as I’m thinking about Syracuse University bringing in the new athletic director chosen to direct a program pretty important to the community in which I live. Mark…

OK, I do know you

Rain, rain go away All the Polish people need to come out and eat their kielbasa pierogi golabki with sauerkraut please and thank you. After catching the matinée showing of Inside Out on Father’s Day, my daughter Elisabeth, her boyfriend George Three, and my dear wife Karen and I headed to downtown Syracuse and Clinton…

One liners. One more.

The challenge from Beth at I Didn’t Have My Glasses On is to join in the 1 liner experience. I am up for the challenge! Rules 1. Write one line in the ongoing story, in italics. 2. Pass the challenge onto the next victim/Nominee. 3. Link back to your nominator. 4. Link back to Me,…

All I Have to Do Is Dream

The sun still shines The clouds still cry The moon still beams The stars still align Every night when they last rattle the gate, I draw a last breath and finally close my eyes. The artwork above that inspired my poem was one of several sent by fellow blogger Rara to my friend Colleen Brown…

The Doc makes house calls

In 1986 Doc’s visits came via TV April innings snuck sparingly during work nights May Saturday games yelled at in smoky Syracuse bars June July August hoping this 21-year-old Dwight remained good and true Third year in the bigs with my Mets on a real roll Thunder and lightning fastball Lord Charles curve Opposing batters,…