Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
As I mentally refine my packing list and finalize travel arrangements for my trip later this month, I’ve got some events, media recommendations and dining suggestions to share with you, my locals. Hope that you can get to some of them! Up first - TONIGHT, Argos Pizza at Finn’s in Troy. Nick Ruscitto is an … Continue reading November nibbles
After what I hope will be a fantastic week of exploring a new part of Italy, our next destination will be a familiar place - Florence, via Bologna. I settled on this route after investigating the other available flight options, such as Florence and Pisa, and deciding that the combination of available times and price, … Continue reading Falling into Italy – where it ends
Next month, I’m taking a trip to Italy that, on paper, sounds meticulously well planned. There are multiple flights, close to 10 destinations, some new, some favorites, and a number of friends equal to that number of destinations involved. It might be interpreted as concerningly complicated. But, it’s not. Rather, it is loosely organized with … Continue reading Falling into Italy – where it begins.
From my earliest memories, I’ve favored living in an area that features mountains. I can recall my discomfort when we visited family friends on Long Island - it was flat and I didn’t like it. My eyes continually sought visual horizon breakers - and the shops of Roosevelt simply didn’t do it for me. If … Continue reading Life in a beautiful place
My love for Fluevog shoes began about five years ago in San Francisco. We were in the Haight and wandered into a store that seemed to have been stocked by Lewis Carroll and Tim Burton. The shoes and boots were dreamy with curvy heels, rainbow colors and an array of patterns that completely charmed me … Continue reading Fluevog forever
The relationship I have with my mother has been problematic for as long as I can remember. While she generally met my most basic needs of shelter, clothing and food, very little beyond that was available or offered to me. Affection, emotional or financial support, and intimacy were never part of the package. I’ve worked … Continue reading That’s not my name
I believe I’ve seen Lucinda Williams live 3 times, with my second show being what I had thought would be the final time. That show was at The Egg and I remember feeling that she had definitely gone over and down the hill to a place to which I didn’t want to follow. But, there … Continue reading The joy of Lucinda Williams
