In Syracuse, we think of Paris

The night before, the tower in downtown Syracuse was lighted up all blue, the choice this month to signal the fight against diabetes. Saturday night crowds walking out of two adjacent buildings looked up at a different tribute. Some 6,000 people from the Syracuse Crunch hockey game and another 2,000 from the concert hall were…

Are you ready to become resolute for 2016?

If there’s one thing my freelance work for Central New York Magazine — The Good Life has taught me, it’s that it’s never too early to look ahead. I’ve already researched and written my story for the January edition. Hover over any gallery photo for a description. Click on the bottom right photo in any…

Let’s call it splitsville

Good news about my bowling team in the Thursday Night Men’s League. Heading into last week’s action, we were officially in a three-way tie for first. We had the least amount of pinfall of the trio, which meant officially we stood above just nine of the 12 squads in our league. But, with five weeks…

Gettin’ huge at Good Golly

Our cruise group leaders JoAnn and Brenda got the gang together again last weekend for breakfast. Put us in one room in a diner in Brewerton, N.Y., and it sure seems like an endless number. Sort of reminds me of a clown car when the bodies keep exiting … Really, though, and not everybody made…

The Peanuts gang happily circles around Charlie Brown

The kids, a whole bunch of them piled into a Saturday afternoon matinée in the biggest and plushest of Regal Cinemas’ Syracuse theaters in Syracuse mall Shoppingtown, admired The Peanuts Movie enough to sit still and at attention through 119 minutes. The adults, parents and grandparents and others who’ve grown up with the screen and…

A splash of pink brightens downtown Syracuse

Leaving the Syracuse Crunch hockey game in downtown Syracuse last Friday night, a bright building stood out among the usual skyline as my dear wife Karen and I walked from the Onondaga County War Memorial to our car parked in our favorite little lot a block away. It loomed, in fact, I’d say. I grabbed…

Hard help is good to find

The hanging chad is no longer. Repair made. Yesterday I told of how a week ago the Little Bitty had spit to the lawn a big slice of white trim from under the roof, and how the day had come for my dear wife Karen to hold the ladder so I could take a climb…