Hang in there

Let it linger. The early December snow did not want to leave the backyard lilac bush. This season, the leaves were down and gone before the white stuff arrived.

Oh, right, snow

Here we go. Usually our first plowable snowfall arrives much earlier than the first week of December in our part of the world. The plowing service arrived and cleared the driveway, I got our walk done with the shovel and our car with the brush, and off we went to get my dear wife Karen…

Many basket prizes

A ticket in each bag … One way to help support the Baldwinsville Riptides baseball program at the pub crawl fundraiser was to purchase tickets for a chance to win the donated prize baskets. My dear wife Karen and I, and terrific daughter Elisabeth and George each went for the arm’s length for $20. We…

Tasty grub

Happy, I’d say. After we’d walked to Sammy Malone’s as well as the previous three I’ve mentioned in my last two posts, we jumped in Elisabeth’s car and drove over toward Baldwinsville’s canal lock to the Angry Smokehouse. I didn’t realize there’s be another barbecue joint in my place in the world to demand my…

I like these spots

Guest bartender. After we departed the Angry Garlic one drink in each and an order of poutine shared by terrific daughter Elisabeth, we walked to three of the other pubs on the lineup for the fundraiser for George’s nephew Mason’s baseball program, the Baldwinsville Riptides. The event’s theme: When you arrived at your first landing…

There’s never an off-season

Fun fund-raiser. Do you want to go to Mason’s fund-raiser, texted terrific daughter Elisabeth. My dear wife Karen and I had appreciated enough of the teen’s baseball games this past summer and, yes, fall, to say yes to the Baldwinsville pub crawl. We met George, Mason and Elisabeth at the player’s station for the event,…

A little less traffic

Cooler days. I’m not the only person enjoying the blue sky over Onondaga Lake Park, I note before heading back to my car parked blocks away in the Village of Liverpool. Smattering. Enjoy, kindred souls, I think, looking both ways down the trail, glad I have the park in my life.

Drift away

Give me the beat, boys. How close are these fallen branches to becoming driftwood, I wonder during my November Onondaga Lake Park stroll. Sure, the Dobie Gray classic goes through my brain.

One little bird

Don’t worry, ‘bout a thing. Peaceful I feel with lifelong favorite songs running through my head, appreciating crisp weather and blue skies and Onondaga Lake Park. Thank you, Bob Marley, for allowing me to alter this one.