I find Angie’s new blog on Weebly

A month or more back, I tried to help Angie straighten out her Kentucky Train Wreck with WordPress. Peace Love Great Country Music, who’s much more computer language terminology fluent than I, volunteered to help bridge conversations between the blogger and a help team to see why she kept getting locked out from her own…

A butterfly can’t always wait for a garden

I’d say on this Sixth of July that our backyard butterfly garden in our Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood is doing quite nicely. The three along the back fence, the purple eldest at left, the center white lady transplanted from my sister Frannie’s garden on Long Island, and the great multi-colored baby at right, are…

All-American night at the park

The folks who run the Syracuse Chiefs and the city’s department of parks and recreation decided that NBT Bank Stadium was the perfect place for a July Fourth doubleheader. The 7 p.m. Triple-A game between the Chiefs and Pawtucket Red Sox and following fireworks display drew quite a buzz. By 6:30 p.m. all entrances to…

A red, white and blue hello from Syracuse

After watching the Great American Hot Dog Eating Contest from Nathan’s Famous on the Coney Island boardwalk on ESPN. (Yay Joey Chestnut, Mr. Eight-Time.) Before heading off to NBT Bank Stadium to watch the Syracuse Chiefs play the Pawtucket Red Sox followed by the city’s annual fireworks display. (We’re ready for some big ooh’s and…

I dreamed of Genies

I see the signs and the stores when my dear wife Karen and I drive through our state of New York into Pennsylvania. Fireworks for sale. I have regularly looked over to one particular emporium of boom from our usual McDonald’s and wondered what was in the aisles, I must admit. Then one time, on…

Diamonds in my dreams

We stepped off the top step at NBT Bank Stadium Saturday and I looked across the concourse and out over the beautiful green grass. It hit me again. Every time time I go to a baseball game at a professionally kept field or watch a major league game on TV. I have lawn pattern envy.…

Gopher gone, we have a lovesick dog

As we settle into the second day full day of the separation of Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle and the backyard gopher, the sniffing and scratching continues. And my beloved 3 1/2-year-old rescue mutt looks up at me with puppy dog eyes again and seems to say: Where did my furry friend go? On Saturday,…