On top of the world for Father’s Day

We decided to put in our Father’s Day golf round early this year. I even got to wear a new shirt, courtesy of my fantastic daughter Elisabeth and terrific significant George Three. It put me in the mood for a big day one week before the holiday proper. I decided upon Burnet Park, a City…

Happy Father’s Day, way back and less back

Father’s Day is for memories. Your mind goes back to the man who gave you this life. Sweet, some. Bittersweet, some. How did you feel about Father’s Day, dad? Pop Pop passed when he was hardly 50, you were barely 30 and I was yet to reach my teens. I don’t remember the three of…

A perfect gift from my daughter and George

My fantastic daughter Elisabeth knows me so very well. She proved it again after our traditional trip to Polish Fest. My dear wife Karen, Elisabeth, George Three and I were quite surprised by the good weather that greeted us in Clinton Square. Usually it rains down on us hard as we eat our Polish lunch.…

A big smile is the best present

My terrific daughter Elisabeth let me pick out the place for our Father’s Day meeting, so I chose Mac’s Local Yolk, the joint that the Syracuse owner transformed when IHOP pulled up its stakes down the road from Shoppingtown. It worked for my dear wife Karen and I when we tried it our first time.…

OK, I do know you

Rain, rain go away All the Polish people need to come out and eat their kielbasa pierogi golabki with sauerkraut please and thank you. After catching the matinée showing of Inside Out on Father’s Day, my daughter Elisabeth, her boyfriend George Three, and my dear wife Karen and I headed to downtown Syracuse and Clinton…

Does your dad need a doohickey for Father’s Day?

I thought my only object of attention at the local hardware store was a bundle of brown paper lawn refuse recycling bags. But some stocker knew better than that. Next to the register sat The Doohickey. Didn’t your dad used to call anything with a name that somehow escaped his mind that wonderfully sounding nonsensical…

The Chief

A year ago, my friend without a blog, Paul Curran, wrote a guest post here about his mother. Mum was sensitive, intelligent and well-received, as is all of the work Paul authors from his home in Ottawa, Canada, and spreads around the WordPress world via guest-blogging. You can find Paul’s memorable Mum piece here. I…

Oh, what a week it was at the Cape

On the first day that my dear wife Karen and I woke up back in Syracuse after a week at the precious little cottage owned and cherished by our wonderful Central New York friends Julie and Lisa, I give thanks to all it gave us. From the front that greeted us every time we pulled…