Welcome a TV star from Evil Squirrel’s Nest

Yes, that is a squirrel doing what you think it might be doing. Oh, nuts, I thought after I ripped open my Christmas card from Bill, the wonderful creator over at Evil Squirrel’s Nest. Earlier this month, ESN declared on his blog that he had 20 pieces of his hand-drawn artwork featuring his recurring furry…

It looks like all-skate to me

The famous 30 Rock isn’t the only downtown outdoor center that’s got it going on. I thought I might find a deserted core Saturday in the heart of Syracuse, N.Y., when I had my dear wife Karen stop the car off on our way to a holiday party so I could see if there was…

One and done for my Christmas shopping

Two big boxes, one strip center, one old-school mall and a mega entertainment, dining and shopping cooooomplex! I started and finished my Christmas shopping yesterday. When I got home, I quickly addressed the cards to my significants ahoy, stuffed them with the gift cards, affixed stamps and walked in the rain with Ellie B aka…

It’s my Beddian Birthday, time for wine and poses

I’m 57 years old today, this guy born in 1957. It’s my Beddian Birthday. My dear wife Karen and Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle started the day off by presenting me with a big pile of wonderful gifts. With our new-found enthusiasm for Cabernet Savignon since our spring bus tour excursion to the Finger Lakes…

So why did I think I needed to flap my trap?

So it was just four days ago that my blogging friend mewhoami posted her excellent piece titled “Whose Blog Is It Anyway?” If you click the link above, you’ll see that she wondered about folks who “hop around to various blogs, critique their writing styles and make suggestions on how they would have written the…

Take it to the (snow) bank

The plow came through our Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood last night. I call that good news and bad news. Yes, we live at the foot of a rather sharp grade for an urban setting — remember my Syracuse half-marathon photos of runners careening down past our house the past two winters? — so that…