Clemson fans boo injured Syracuse players; not cool, ever

The Clemson fans booed an injured Syracuse player Saturday night as I watched the college football game from South Carolina unwind on my flat screen from the comfort of my living room up here in Central New York. More than once. So I figured it was not an accident. It did not make me happy.…

365 days, 573 posts, 1 sweaty writer

With the opportunity for the eyes of the world to read or not to read this sentence of mine, I’ve accomplished something that started high above one of the wonders of the world 365 days ago. That morning I published here on WordPress the glorious view of sunrise on Oct. 27, 2013, which happened to…

Ellie B earns the dreaded double leash

My around-the-block with Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle turned into an unwanted adventure last week. The dog slipped her gentle leader. Oh, my wily beloved rescue mutt has managed to free her nose from the black circle of mesh before, but as we walked down the hill on our street, four houses from home in…

But my Nashville Hawkeye friends win the drinking game

I know it did not take long for moonshine shots to go down in a mini-manse in Nashville. On the first offensive play of the game, a little past noon Saturday, C.J. Brown, the quarterback of my alma mater Maryland Terrapins, threw the football into the arms of an Iowa linebacker. A couple plays later,…

At the Tin Rooster, we kick up our birth week heels

The Tin Rooster was a really big deal. The name may conjur up a dusky little backwoods joint where somebody’s playing banjo on the sagging porch, but certainly not at this place my dear wife Karen chose to celebrate the cornerstone dinner of her Birth Week celebration 2014. When we walked into the lobby of…

Mum

Paul Curran is a Canadian who can be found commenting often on this blog and many others. He always has much to say, and I find him to be wise, funny and smart. Paul definitely caught my attention when he sent me a photograph of he and his golfing buddies after they’d dunked their cart…

Looking out my back porch door

Stepping to the top step of the porch to let Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle out to do her backyard morning thing, I couldn’t help but look right and left to check out autumn’s progress in the Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood. The empty lot to the right has a brightly yellowed tree hiding out…

A Big Ten clash with a pinky swear bet on the line

This move to the Big Ten for my Maryland Terps is serious stuff. We ran all over the Indiana Hoosiers in our first game ever in the new conference. At their place, yet. It made me very, very happy. And then Ohio State came to College Park and made Byrd Stadium Buckeyeville. After a bye…

Carlos Santana soars, with no obstructions

It had been while since my dear wife Karen and I had gone to a concert in the Turning Stone Resort and Casino Event Center, but when I heard the word that Carlos Santana was bringing his guitar to the 5,000-seat room just 30 miles east of Syracuse, I knew that would make one heckuva…

Sure, it’s a birthday, but we celebrate longer than that

My dear wife Karen marks another year on our planet this week. Not today. And we haven’t reached the big day yet. We have, though, started our celebration. By now I am quite aware, and thoroughly pleased, that we do not have to limit the great joy for this occasion to one single day. Happy…