No stopping, no how

Turn of my path. On a recent stroll through the Village of Liverpool on yet another beautiful March morning, I decided to take a different entrance than usual into Onondaga Lake Park. That stop sign could use a red-paint touch-up, thought I.

Happy cat sitting

Thank you, grandpa. When terrific daughter Elisabeth and fantastic fiance George take a well-deserved winter vacation, I gladly volunteer for cat duty. They have an automated feeder, so that pretty much relegates me to going over a couple times a day to make sure her water dishes are full and empty the litter box. But…

Tulip time?

Emerging. My dear wife Karen says it’s early for our tulip bulbs to say hello in our backyard. I certainly believe her.

Ready already

Quick reaction. The shorty backyard rose bush wants it to be its season already. I personally think March still holds some cold stuff in its arsenal.

Tale of two seasons

Things change. As we move into the first day of Daylight Savings Time 2024, I present a photo of our front yard saved from the recent tail end of the melt from our big one-day winter burst. We see the snowy remnants holding on as the spring-preview sprouts burst forth in the subsequent warmth behind.

One great player, HoJo was

The good, old days. Howard Johnson’s first two major league managers were Sparky Anderson for the Detroit Tigers and Davey Johnson for the New York Mets, a member of the audience at the Syracuse Mets open house reminded him during the Q and A session Saturday. Could there be a more buttoned-down or loosey-goosey managers…