Hello, Atlantic Ocean

My dear wife Karen and I hoped for a little Serenity Now on the stools of the Tiki Bar, high over the beach of Cape Cod, steps from the Ocean House restaurant and the resort motel it serves. That’s on our Traditions List for this annual pre-tourist-rush week in the Happy Cottage. Alas, on the…

Art for art’s sake

My dear wife Karen and I finally walked the cute little block of Dennisport without Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle and stuck our head into a few shops. I didn’t expect my whole body to be pulled inside Porter & Mags: Home Furnishings and Design Studio behind Karen the way it was, but … ……

The street of Chatham

My dear wife Karen and I have been to Cape Cod in the Happy Cottage four years in a row now. Long enough to know what we must do to make the near-summer vacation complete. Drive that 15 or so miles down the road to visit Chatham makes the list. This year, though, we crossed…

Things I see only on the Cape

All it took was one walk with my dear wife Karen and Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle to realize that there are things in Cape Cod I don’t get to see in Syracuse. Karen says there’s an azalea and rhododendron among these, and that we have them right in the front garden of the Little…

There’s still plenty to taste, I’m sure

By noon Friday, thousands roamed Syracuse’s Clinton Square and the blocks surrounding. The two days of the annual Taste of Syracuse is the most popular downtown festival. It’s about people. Click any photo in a gallery for a description. Click the bottom right photo for an enlarged slide show. There are decisions to be made,…

Happy Looney June from Syracuse

Happy June 1, world. Ready for anything, are you, in this month meant for warm thoughts and summer play (up here in the northern hemisphere, anyway)? Well, my friend Paul over at The Captain’s Speech was not content leaving it remain merely any old June. No, Paul, this Canadian fellow who lives even a bit…

A short, sweet life

In the top left corner of the front yard of the Little Bitty in the Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood, the oh-so-fast cycle of our proud peony has moved past middle age. Soft pink petals, only days from their manic fuchsia, whisper with the gentle morning breeze that stirs some still colorful brethren a high.…