Another snowy day touches down in Syracuse

Temperatures steadily in the 40s. One day in the 50s. Snow melting from the roofs of our Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood. Counting the days ’til March with the fingers on one hand. The big tease in our part of the world is over. Wicked winter ’13-14 rolled through again Monday, with a quick, efficient…

No, the sky wasn’t falling

Up from the roof, there came such a clatter. Wait! Santa long sleeping What could be the matter? Falling ice, perhaps. When that comes down, you scatter. Alas, with a sky so blue I look overhead to find Vinyl siding, broken, at least it did not shatter. It will stay that way until spring, I…

You taught your students well, and we still appreciate it

Neal and Carol Bandlow laughed when I brought up how a car full of us Morrisville Agricultural and Technical College journalism students would pull into their driveway just a couple miles east of the campus and think nothing about knocking on the door and being welcomed in. That was back in what I consider my…

Oh, my aching back

As I was shoveling the path that connects his driveway to ours, Good Neighbor Tim opened his big front window and told me we had gotten 10 inches of snow overnight. My comment: That’s all? He had finished with his snowblower, but I still had plenty of shovel work left up close to my house.…

See what’s behind my selfie

A couple of days ago, I caught a contest thrown out by Sandra, the author of the quite excellent blog Square One Notes. Sandra challenged the world to post a selfie. Something new for me. Creeping up on my year one anniversary of markbialczak.com, I figured it’s darn well time to take on such a…

A search for the true meaning of 57 for ’57

Update: I have found the ultimate tribute to a fallen firefighter who discovered the magic of the match between birth year and age. That once-in-a-lifetime happening is now called the Beddian Birthday. Click here to read my piece about it. A month ago, I wrote about the allure of the fact that everybody born in…