Let’s branch out with a name for our baby

So far, so good, the condition of this new arrival into the life of my dear wife Karen and I. Our little cherry tree has been rained upon. Big winds blew through the Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. Bumblebees circled and frogs leaped. Squirrels teased Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle,…

An old school hat at the golf league

Bird got a birdie after a gorgeous iron tee shot on a par three as I was back to my informal little formal golf league at Northern Pines in Cicero, N.Y., last night. He narrowly missed a second namesake. He was in a very good mood as the five of us filed into the clubhouse.…

This guy Beels has heard lots of nicknames

I called my buddy KP. That’s short for Kingpin, a nickname he was given three decades ago. And as we golfed virtually, ate burgers and drank drafts, KP called me Beels. That’s a nickname that’s stood through decades, too. But it certainly wasn’t my first nickname. When I was of soft-cereal age, there used to…