A couple of roses as Karen cleans up the front

My dear wife Karen got out front of the Little Bitty and went to work. She loves her gardening. And thus our yard in the Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood looks better now than it did last week. First off, she chopped away the grass that had overgrown our stone walk that juts off the…

A Fair day? Let’s call it excellent, from goats to Swons

Somebody up near the top at the New York State Fair has a sense of humor. This I could tell as my dear wife Karen and I walked from out most excellent parking spot in the Pink Lot on early Sunday morning to enter gate three. Along the side of the road, I had to…

Bubbling over at the New York State Fair

It’s State Fair time in Syracuse, and the topic came up last week when I spent Sunday morning playing golf and eating breakfast with my daughter Elisabeth and Georges Three and Two. I told her my dear wife Karen and I planned to attend both Sundays. It’s a shared interest, that dusty collection of food…

It’s beginning to feel like fall golf, and that’s fine

For the last three weeks of this season for our little golf league, the owner at Northern Pines suggested to Commish that we switch from Monday to Wednesday night. All eight of us gave the move the thumbs up. We could start at 5:30, giving us an important extra 15 minutes of the waning daylight.…

Reading between the lines with Yoenis Céspedes, kids

Sometimes sports isn’t just about what happens out there in the heat of competition. Sure, it’s the winning and losing that brings fans to a fever pitch and puts the games on TV and makes the money such an important element to it all. So much of American society is hooked on this screaming, passionate…

Remembering Woodstock on the Ridge

For a certain generation in America, many things changed 46 years ago this month. In their music, and thus in their life. The Woodstock Music & Art Fair took root on Max Yasgur’s farm in Bethel, N.Y., Aug. 14 to 18, 1969. Hundreds of thousands of young music fans descended upon the land. The New…

Moon over Chadwick’s and the Little Bitty

With my dear wife Karen home from this year’s editiion of the Girls Getaway, a trip from the Little Bitty to to Chadwick’s on James Street was in order this beautiful Friday evening. And after her couple bottles of Labatt’s Blue Light beers and my glasses of house Cabernet Savaugnons were savored and our plate…

We’ll come back again anyway we slice it

I made a good call back on Father’s Day, deciding that rainy lunchtime did not look promising enough for us to continue onto step three of our plan: Having George Two meet us our annual nine-hole round of golf together. I told my wonderful daughter Elisabeth and her terrific boyfriend George Three that Sunday would…

She: Wheee! We: Whooa!

Text pictures have been traded while my dear wife Karen is enjoying her annual Girls Getaway on the Outer Banks of North Carolina. From the south, a sunset during dinner. Gorgeous. Another night, another happy dinner. Equally beautiful. And I am grateful to receive these as I am typing blogs and comments and reading the…

Is the Screamin’ Sicilian really the best frozen pizza ever?

My dear wife Karen made sure I was thoroughly engaged during our last weekly trip through the supermarket. Not that my mind is usually wandering, mind you. Not me, the man who prefers the Cicero location even though it’s, oh, the third or fourth farthest Wegmans from the Little Bitty in the Syracuse city neighborhood…