A beautiful building, coming and going

The reaction to my lunchtime walk iPhone 4 photo tour through downtown Syracuse last week convinced me that you folks like a taste of what these blocks hold. This is the University Building, as in, built back in the early 1900s by Syracuse University. Now its 10 floors are used by numerous companies. Including the…

This time Good Neighbor Tim’s got the butterfly

By mid-July, I’d hoped to be able to proudly show you the purple blossoms on my most mature of butterfly bushes in the backyard garden of my dear wife Karen and I at our home in the Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood. Yes, I can, but not in the striking manner in years past. Here’s…

An electrifying round at Rogues Roost

Of course I had to get one more weekday round of golf in before the new job started. It came at a pretty course in Madison County by the name of Rogues Roost East. It’s built around towers that carry power lines that cross a handful of holes. On several greens, in fact, when you…

Dinner with Daryl at Captain John’s

A week ago, my dear wife Karen and I took that short drive east for another exciting chapter of our Dinner with Daryl series. Not that barbecue in the backyard I’ve been rooting for since my wonderful stepson moved into his nice new house this winter. He’s yet to get a grill, and I know…

Back to work on Monday, it’s only been 17 1/2 months

Monday morning, I’ll walk into an office and sit behind a desk. I’ll move fingers across my keyboard and work as hard as I can to reduce the pile my bosses put in front of me. I’ll keep all of the emotions inside. The touch of anxiety. The hint of Happy Dance. The inclination to…

A big gap on my first day of college

Eight years. Ten years. When I’m 56, who cares, you know? Despite their protestations, my sisters Frannie and Dory are indeed catching up to me, in my mind’s eye, at least. But, oh, how the sibling age gap hit me when I saw this picture Fran has posted on her Facebook page, keeper of the…

A quiet cry for help from one of our own

I woke up early today, flopping around on my own bed to the sight of the rising summer sun and the sound of the clanking Syracuse garbage collectors. Somewhere around the world, you repeated some version of that scene, hot, cold, northern, southern, under the sheets or the over the blanket. Kim Hood, one of…