No pulling punches

No bull. As my dear wife Karen and I strolled around Niagara Falls, I most certainly appreciated the pitch by Primed Steakhouse. I might want a salad to start, though, if they let me.

The daughter would love it

Ha! If only … I may never have seen a poutinerie, being from the U.S. and all, but I do know someone who loves eating poutine. If terrific daughter Elisabeth saw this place, my dear wife Karen just knew as we strolled Niagara Falls, she’s want to drop in for an order of loaded fries.

Let’s try that new place

I’ll keep mine on, thank you. Walk to take in the sights my dear wife Karen and I did on a brisk and windy afternoon, noting eateries and gauging our stomach pangs. Why not try someplace different, I suggested, pointing out that Shirtless Joe’s was not to be seen in our part of the States.…

The room view won’t quit

The city below us. For the third time, the Doubletree on the Canadian side was the perfect spot for my dear wife Karen and I to hunker down for our celebration. The view of what Niagara Falls offers was still fine. Still awake. Day and full-moon night.

Another anniversary at the Falls

Good to see you again. My dear wife Karen and I grabbed our passports, pointed the car west, and prepared to celebrate a special anniversary back where we tied the knot. More years than seems possible, we eloped to Niagara Falls. We enjoyed a beautiful ceremony in city hall on the U.S. side, then crossed…

My swing at the 6-word challenge is borderline

I was scrolling through my Twitter feed the other day, and a six-word challenge from writer.ly hit me over the head like a two-by-four. I had to take a crack at the topic: Crossing the border. Because something non-fiction came to my mind. Not the type of border crossing that most people would think of…

The best day to tie the knot

The fall day had dawned gray when we jumped in the car and drove west from Syracuse. I wore my new suit pants but carefully arranged the jacket on a hanger in the back. She changed into her beautiful dress in the bathroom of a Kentucky Fried Chicken down the block from City Hall, earning…

If you’re lucky, found really does follow lost

The universe talked directly to me this week. I was open to its lesson. Let’s call it “They Were Lost and Now They’re Found.” It starts with a vest finding its way back to Syracuse from Canada and ends with a blanket making the journey from Syracuse back to Georgia. Sit back and enjoy. We…