I’d know how to look up the price if I worked here …

Time for me to play Grumpus … So my dear wife Karen and I are shopping at the, oh, third largest big box family fix-it store in our part of the world. We want to put something large together, so we’ve brought an example nut and bolt to this usually easy place in hopes of…

Coming clean about a trip to Manlius Art Cinema

The owner of the quaint little Manlius Art Cinema likes to greet his patrons before the film rolls. When my dear wife Karen and I visited his narrow little joint to see Jackie during its exclusive run, Mr. Nat Tobin went up to the front and got some stuff off his chest. He’s had to…

Happy dogs at Onondaga Park stay on the leash

Midway through our return leg on our stroll with cherished rescue mutt Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle at Onondaga Lake Park this past glorious Saturday, a woman ran past going the other direction on the inner trail path with her unencumbered dog trailing her. I turned my head and shouted at her. “Leash law!” Indeed.…

The locked gate and the damage done

A walk with my dear wife Karen and our cherished rescue mutt Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle through our Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood Norwood Park yielded an obstruction on a path that usually stood free for all. Karen has come across the locked gate previously. And she knew why officials had closed things up,…

Please pick up your errant crap

My dear wife Karen and I take pride in our Little Bitty in the Syracuse city neighborhood or Eastwood. For a dozen years now, we’ve done the most we can to pretty up our little piece of property here on Earth. And so it irks me when some of my neighbors are not so diligent…

You want my left arm, too, Mickey D?

So I thought I’d be a little healthier than usual that morning last week, on a dead run trying to squeeze some sort of breakfast in between blogging and my vanity appointment and viewing a matinée showing of Ted 2 and blogging some more. I pulled the Chevy Cruze into the inside lane of the…

That’s not really a selfie, Oprah

I’m halfway listening to CBS News Saturday Morning as I’m catching up on blogs just now when the sign-on 90-second catch-up segment reveals Oprah on Dave last night because every big star wants to say goodbye before he’s not chatting on CBS anymore. Frankly, I’m surprised she didn’t get one of the final-three-show slots before…

I tip my hat to the new Mets pitcher

I have beefed before in these parts for my relative distaste for the new flat-brimmed baseball hat. Give me the curved crown and tradition, please and thank you. I realize that the bigger, flatter brim is the thing around the world, and is worn, well, everywhere you look. I see it taking up more and…