Flat screens, empty stools at the bar and my dear wife Karen

Our tummies full from a great New Year’s Eve dinner at Rico’s Ristorante and the clock still more than three hours from the ball-drop, my dear wife Karen and I headed to our favorite neighborhood bar just blocks from the Little Bitty in our Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood. The lights were on along James…

If I were a rich man …

You can’t get to the bagels without passing the huge flat screens. I think these folks know what they’re doing, the way they plot your entry way to the goods at BJ’s Wholesale Club. My dear wife Karen and I stopped at the need-membership-to-shop store yesterday afternoon. Their gas is about 20 cents cheaper a…