We’re always thinking roses

We left our roses in the yard of The Little Bitty in the Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood when we departed for the Liverpool neighborhood of Galeville in October. My dear wife Karen will not allow the grounds of A Bitty Better to remain rose-less. Of that I am certain. So I made sure to…

First lunch down by the lake is pretty darn early

Mark it down. I picked my lunch bag up from under my desk yesterday and walked the two blocks down from my job at Liverpool Public Library. And it was good on the sunny noontime of Monday, April 10, 2017. Many folks were enjoying the spring day, with the sun shining and temperature well into…

Thinking about the bikes of my past

The folks I work with at the Liverpool Public Library already are talking about National Bike to Work Day. It’s next month. Friday, May 19, to be precise. Because our library has a pretty nice bike rack out front in the warm months and has acquired a new Book Bike Cart to better serve the…

The flag still flies …

Walking around the Liverpool Public Library to survey the effects of Storm Stella last sweep, my breath escaped my chest when my eyes hit upon our American Flag. Something’s not quite right, I thought from afar. It was still flying high. It still looked proud. But a walk closer confirmed my suspicion. The winds had…

A short move to a window seat

We’ve got some new wrinkles going on in the Communications department at the library. So I was asked to move my stuff. My shift was all of, oh, a half-dozen feet across the gray. Chris and I swapped spots so she could be closer to new Librarian Assistant Edina, who was promoted from her Clerk…

Kids and coins at the library

Walking out to grab lunch last week at the Liverpool Public Library I came upon cute kids in the lobby. They were interested in our spiral wishing well. Folks of all ages regularly drop coins into its yaw and watch them spin down. It’s a great way to make a donation. One of them really,…

My first scrape makes me official

The white vehicle was perilously close to the yellow line when I returned with my Chinese takeout Friday, so I swung the Chevy Cruze more to the right than usual. Too far. The sound of the scrape sickened me. For the first time in the nine months I’d been parking in the library’s underground parking…