I work with a nice bunch

Go ahead, take some green bananas, Liz wrote to all in the library’s in-house message system. Her husband had come across many bunches at work, and they’d decided to share. And so I went to the break room and selected a hardy-looking bunch to sit on my desk and admire for the rest of my…

Now, a drop in the pool water level

My dear wife Karen worked so hard to get the in-ground pool ready for swimming here at A Bitty Better in the Liverpool neighborhood of Galeville. We were so happy when the kids came over for the first barbecue and pool party. And then they dropped over with some pool toys, and my terrific daughter…

I still love A1, above the fold

My self-applied pressure was on, I will admit now, as I snapped away during the library’s ‘Tie Dye on the Lawn.’ Last year the weekly Eagle News published one of the photos I sent them at the top of A1. Could I pull it off again? I sent Editor Sarah Hall three photographs from which…

The driveway after

It took months between the estimate and arrival of the crew, what with all the rain we’ve had this summer in Central New York and the backlog of the company I hired. But when Austin and Josh pulled up to A Bitty Better in the Liverpool neighborhood of Galeville in the Armourseal Co. truck, they…

The driveway before

One of the blemishes at A Bitty Better since we’ve moved into the Liverpool neighborhood of Galeville in October 2016 is our driveway. It’s had a hard life, I can tell. Picks are aplenty. Cracks abound. I’ve decided to do something about it. To be continued.

Blue Moon or Arnie?

Blue Moon to the right. Arnold Palmer to the left. Great beer. Iced tea/lemonade blend, diet style. Sometimes the refrigerator indeed is stocked.

Pokemon Go frenzy hits my street

My terrific daughter Elisabeth and fantastic significant George Three had dropped by for a Sunday visit, and I took the garbage out to the front curb. I noticed the crowd gathering outside of the Town of Salina Hall across the street but forgot to say something when I got back to the backyard. Good thing…

Hail to the Mustangs

This alma mater of mine has come a long way. Hail to the Morrisville Mustangs. When I attended the little journalism program that could and received my associate’s degree in 1977, we did not have a sculpture to honor the school mascot in the middle of the quad. Look closely behind the pretty piece of…