Please, WordPress, get Angie blogging again

Angie can’t blog again. WordPress employs a squad of “happiness engineers.” After first blush, Angie isn’t very happy. Something is amiss, in Kentucky, where 72-year-old Angie again can’t deliver to the world her Kentucky Angel’s Train Wrecks blog, and where ever the folks sit and punch in the directives that try to make us in…

DJ, Bird almost land an eagle

Two holes in a row last night at Northern Pines, I hustled to the little black bag tucked inside my golf bag and pulled out my iPhone 4. It was quite the week four for our little informal formal golf league. DJ had returned from his week off to tend to visiting family. We teed…

There’s a move on to match dogs, good homes

My dear wife Karen and I brought Ellie B, aka Dogamous Pyle, to two big doggie-themed events this past holiday weekend. I marched her around the field as part of Bark in the Park at the Syracuse Chiefs’ NBT Bank Stadium, and we marched with the patrons of the Dog Gone Inn Doggie Day Car…

The day of the peony

Today three peonies opened wide. My dear wife Karen and I said aah! We know the blooming period is short for these beauties at the corner of the front garden of our home in the Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood, so we always count down their arrival and admire their dramatic full effect. Most happily,…

Now this is a dog park

Big night at the big dog park Saturday night. The Syracuse Chiefs organization did it up right for Bark in the Park. There will be more to come tomorrow, here, and as my weekly community column for Syracuse Public Media site waer.org covers the escalation of dog awareness and celebrations in our part of the…

Sandler and Barrymore let us know all is well

Adam Sandler can play a goofball, all right, 10 times over. I mean, I still laugh when I see him rolling around on the ground fighting Bob Barker in “Happy Gilmore.” Sometimes, though, for my fellow Brooklyn native and I, it’s a swing and a miss. I need only go back to last summer’s “Grown…

Never underestimate an imported pickle

My dear wife Karen appropriated the card of the smiling, baseball-holding pickle to the Bialczak refrigerator door hall of fame. Quite the Syracuse honor for the Dill from Toledo via Ann Arbor. Beth of I Didn’t Have My Glasses On sent over a glittering package of congratulations after our bonafide big baseball bloggers wager based…

Mulch to remember on Memorial Day Weekend

My dear wife Karen wielded her mighty little hand shovel to place the two Gerber daisies we’d purchased Friday night — the only color she’d found at the apparently picked-over big box — into the hourglass shaped front garden. I pulled out the bags of red mulch and poured liberally. Karen placed and patted, lovingly,…