Frosty day

They’re looking good in the Village of Liverpool. That made me feel fairly frosty during a recent safe stroll during a work break at my library job.

Holiday cheers to all

My terrific daughter Elisabeth and sensational significant George Three hauled to me a gift this year with instructions to unwrap one per day starting Dec. 1. My advent beers have been magnificent, carefully chosen by Elisabeth, a different brew every dang day. I have opened one every morning and savored the elixir each evening. Thank…

Tree and more

Thanks to our new neighbors to the left, a different sight has settled in beyond the border fence as we settle into winter. Next to the big tree is now … yes … that is a food truck, we believe, parked snugly in the backyard. Come spring maybe we shall spy it out on the…

What the dog sees

Our cherished rescue mutt Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle must go outside in the backyard to meet the early morning no matter the season’s conditions. It could be worse, I can practically hear her think.

Meanwhile, to the south

Of course I must text with my terrific daughter Elisabeth when we get snow before morning travel to work. She assured me her drive was doable. And she sent me the photo above after arriving to the Orthopedic Specialist complex in Hamilton, with the tag line: “This is how we measure the show.” More than…

We could be in deeper

It took only one day to look very normal after the big Northeast storm passed through our way. After clearing the cars and shoveling our walk, I’d say our part of Central New York got a half-foot before people had to stir on Thursday morning. Could have been more, I knew after hearing about other…

We did not stop to pontificate

I took this photograph and wrote this post before the virus crisis … My dear wife Karen and I spotted a big-time window display at a visit to Syracuse’s mega shopping, dining and entertainment complex Destiny USA. No in-person visit to The Franciscan Place planned by the main man that I’ve heard.

Add a little heat and it does smell like the season

My terrific daughter Elisabeth sent a text shortly before my dear wife Karen’s birthday asking what she might like for her birthday. Fall-scented candles, I discovered. Yet that didn’t satisfy the present-hunting itch for my daughter. Later came a question about a device that melted wax. No, I had not heard of it. She texted…

Old graffiti

My take on those scribbled words on the bottom of a discarded table in the parking lot of a neighborhood building: The writer never thought they’d be seen in the light, outdoors, someday, any day, far in the future. This place used to be school, so I’ll turn the old saying into: Never write something…