A personal baseball stadium challenge steps up to the plate.
Whiteface’s beauty and the actual value of a lift ticket.
A mind is a terrible thing to waste and turn off.
I walked by the coffee shop alongside the series of vertical windows and looking in to see if there were spots available — limited prime real estate.…… Read more “The Red Table Relationships”
Some nights a guy just has to drive. Monday night (Aug. 22 — just for the record), was essentially a perfect night. It’s New York State Fair…… Read more “10 Things I Realized at Barnes & Noble”
On May 18, Michael John Heagerty and I sat on the steps CNY Jazz Central’s theatre, and we played a game of catch-up; it was a couple (maybe…… Read more “Visible (Part Two)”
For the first time in my 33 1/3 years, my feet walked through the doors of Spaghetti Warehouse. Shocker, right? Especially since my first word, as the legend goes, was meatball.…… Read more “Love Machine”
Believe it or not: Central New York is is filled with friendly people. There may be an overabundance of lousy or malicious drivers, but those behind the…… Read more “Hello.”
It’s situations like these where having my face pummeled by walking or stomping or running or jumping feet is validated. We all have our moments. These instances come across…… Read more “Caught in the Rain”