What happens in the front row

Yes, that is me. My phone dinged while my dear wife Karen and I rode the shuttle bus back to our great parking spot next to Shaughnessy’s in downtown Syracuse, where we’d decided to take advantage of their eat-first, ride to-and-fro the Syracuse game service Saturday night. Why, yes, I answered the chain from my…

Looks tasty, maybe

This exterior restaurant sign at nearby mall Destiny USA had been perking my interest for several months now. There was a permit paper pasted on the inside window. I spied tables sprinkled within the space of what used to be one of our local Ruby Tuesday locations. If you look in the forefront, you might…

Now that’s a hazard

My friend David texted me this photo from his job as a marshal on a golf course in New Orleans. And he’s invited me down for a visit … That’s just scary.

Calling to customers

Sure you can. The Village of Liverpool business renovations look inviting to me on the around-the-corner from the Liverpool Public Library stretch of First Street.

Standing out on the side street

Popping out. The bright orange caught out of the corner of my eye behind Nichols Supermarket made me dart down the street that rarely draws my foot traffic in the Village of Liverpool. The bright orange of this fall front yard bush made it worth the dash.

Pleasing symmetry

You belong there. My eye said I just had to line up this burning bush in the Village of Liverpool with the red brick apartment house behind it.

Shiny reflections

Pondering life. The high weeds at shore. The sun off the lake. The gray-white-cotton clouds. Yes, this library lunch break stroll scene makes it worth wolfing down my sandwich upon return to my desk.

Shore enough

Lightly lapping. This angle into the Onondaga Lake shoreline pleased me during my library lunch break stroll. The sea, she was not angry on this fall day, friends, but soon enough in winter she could be.

More and more lights

Soon to draw crowds. Yes, it’s getting closer to the opening of Lights on the Lake season, my recent lunch break stroll from the library alerted me anew. Many more displays are in place, including the framework for the “tunnels” that separate the distinctive zones between themes.