The outside story at the Carrier Dome in Syracuse

Earlier this week, I journeyed over to the Carrier Dome, walking inside the revolving doors of Gate B to the box office. It was quiet. My football season ticket renewal payment was handled in a snap, after I told the courteous worker that yes, I do want to settle up a month before the deadline.…

There is an across-the-street, I know it

As snow-experienced as I am from 31 years of living in Central New York, it still takes my breath away when the view from the window is snow and only snow. It had lightened up a bit by the time I went out on the side porch to snap a shot with my iPad Air…

When life gives you so much winter, why not make a fest?

It’s become a tradition for my dear wife Karen and I to make sure we head to the Syracuse, N.Y., downtown space called Hanover Square at this time of year. Since 1985, hardy and hearty Central New Yorkers have been given the opportunity to make the most of this cold, snowy season here in the…

They’re noisy birds, but I don’t mind

Every so often sitting in my living room here in the Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood these past couple of days, I hear a thump against the picture window. Ellie B, aka Dogamous Pyle, jumps on top of me on my recliner to peer out, and I hunch over to protect the family … iPad…

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…

The sun shines in Syracuse, put out the flag

Oh, so pleasant was my walk with Ellie B, aka Dogamous Pyle, through our Syracuse city neighborhood this morning. No hat. No gloves. Winter jacket zipper pulled down to three-quarters. After a winter of steady 20s, teens, and polar-vortex really-now temperatures, a break into the 40s with a shining sun is very welcome my man…

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…

The great Cheesecake Factory caper ends with just desserts

We’d both hopped onto the online menu for The Cheesecake Factory, my dear wife Karen and I, preparing for the Saturday night double date with my darling daughter Elisabeth and her kind, smart boyfriend George. The living room of our happy house in Syracuse, N.Y., resounded with the unmistakeable sound of my stomach growling. Shrimp.…

A new house awaits the snow plow

My stepson Daryl is in the midst of moving from Syracuse into a house he just bought on the eastern outskirts. My, oh, my they got a lot of snow Thursday to Friday out there. My dear wife Karen and I drove out to give Daryl a lift because his car got stuck in a…

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