It’s a lot, by George

With more snow 25 miles down the road where my daughter Elisabeth and George Three live, she texted me this photo to illustrate how he dug both their cars out. Yes. Very hard work for sure. Good job, sir.

Meanwhile, 25 miles down the road

My terrific daughter Elisabeth texted me this photo on Tuesday morning. And George Three was still sleeping! Yes, some 25 miles to the east, they got a lot more snow than we did here. She cleared her car and made it to work, said the next text. Had to change wet pants first, though. I…

It’s a lot, but not a whole lot

With much of the East Coast getting pounded by a major storm this Tuesday morning, I will not complain about having to clear our cars of a steadily falling few inches. Usually, you see, it is we here in Central New York that get much, much more. The stuff is expected to fall through Wednesday.…

Sylvie’s Love hits the right chords

Sylvie seems fairly satisfied with her life sitting behind the counter in her father’s pretty hip New York City music store, where she can harbor her hopes of somehow, some way fulfilling her dreams of finding a foothold in the TV production world. That’s where her aspirations and knowledge lie, in what goes into and…

Up and down scene

During a recent safe walk around the Village of Liverpool’s Washington Park, I noticed some trees holding January leaves. Others, not a one. I quite liked the contrast.

Ava and the hippo

You didn’t think that Elisabeth and George would go see a live hippo without bringing home a stuffed toy for their Ava, did you? Very nice.

Parking, not skating

On a recent safe walk around the blocks surrounding my job at the library, I came across the morning-empty lot of the Retreat. A cold mist falling made it look quite like a skating rink, thought my imagination.

Quite the artist

I must admit I did a double-take at this photo texted to me by my daughter Elisabeth. And I had to ask her, what the heck? She and George went back to the Wild, this time for an experience with the Pygmy Hippo. This friendly creature paints. Really. Who would have thought?!

Pretty close to Syracuse, really

So when I explain to folks here in Bloggyville about where exactly Liverpool is, I always come up with the phrase “just outside of Syracuse.” During a recent safe walk in the Village, this sight struck me. Exactly two miles outside, from this busy corner.