To the pond, dear dog

Our cherished rescue mutt Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle adores the yearly Cape Cod getaway as much as we do, She’ll keep that smile on her face at the hidden pond, as long as we let her choose her own water level. My dear wife Karen and I appreciate the view, too.

Back to the Beach (Bar) please and thank you

My dear wife Karen and I wondered how this state of COVID-19 Cautions would affect the places we’ve come to rely on for the two big Rs in our annual Cape Cop getaway. We’d be happy if they were open and operating in a manner that made us feel safe. The Beach Bar’s bar is…

Many hit the right tenor in The High Note

The life of a music legend is smooth and easy, right? And her personal assistant runs herself ragged making sure that is so. Well, no and yes. And yes and no. So it goes in The High Note, a very pleasant 113 minutes of pop drama directed by Nisha Galatea from a screenplay by Flora…

The air seems rare now

I took these photographs and wrote this post on downtown walk a while ago as I continue to clear out some unpublished posts. Summer, you know? When I first moved to Syracuse way back when, my raised-downstate mind noted the lack of skyscrapers. Now I note how high this building looks to me.

Too big for cherries or crabapples

A recent trip to Willow Bay revealed this stately tree. The fruit caught my attention. Too big to be a cherries or crabappples for sure. When I air-dropped a photo for my dear wife Karen to try her app, it suggested an American Cherry. We don’t think so.

Lonely no more?

On a safe walk around the town offices in the neighborhood recently, I noticed the gated playground instruments looked might isolated. I figure school and daycare has been missing from the gated playground since March. Maybe it will start anew, and safe learning and fun will commence.

Having a bird

You know I like the real birds that flit around our yard. The pink flamingos that stay out front our next door neighbors’ place make me happy, too.