An artist in the family

A Mother’s Day present was delivered to my dear wife Karen this weekend, and the thoughtfulness and execution brought tears to my eyes. Darling daughter Elisabeth painted for her stepmother a scene of Sprague Lake, the lovely spot that we visited with significant George Three at Rocky Mountain National Park during Karen’s family reunion last…

You can get there from here

The 4 a.m. chirp of my cell phone alarm was a harsh wake-up call compared to the usual gotta-go meanderings of Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle. But our beloved rescue mutt was nowhere to be found in the Little Bitty in the Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood, dropped off the previous night at the north…

Going, going, gone to Coors Field

We gave ourselves an 75 minutes between leaving the Denver Zoo and the start of the game between the Colorado Rockies and Cincinnati Reds on Sunday. After all, GPS told us the trip between the two downtown landmarks was merely a few miles and 15 minutes or so. George Three didn’t fancy the in-city driving,…