Happy, I’d say. After we’d walked to Sammy Malone’s as well as the previous three I’ve mentioned in my last two posts, we jumped in Elisabeth’s car and drove over toward Baldwinsville’s canal lock to the Angry Smokehouse. I didn’t realize there’s be another barbecue joint in my place in the world to demand my…

Guest bartender. After we departed the Angry Garlic one drink in each and an order of poutine shared by terrific daughter Elisabeth, we walked to three of the other pubs on the lineup for the fundraiser for George’s nephew Mason’s baseball program, the Baldwinsville Riptides. The event’s theme: When you arrived at your first landing…

Fun fund-raiser. Do you want to go to Mason’s fund-raiser, texted terrific daughter Elisabeth. My dear wife Karen and I had appreciated enough of the teen’s baseball games this past summer and, yes, fall, to say yes to the Baldwinsville pub crawl. We met George, Mason and Elisabeth at the player’s station for the event,…