I don't know how it happened, but this month marked 25 years since I first moved to Albany. I wonder, does the fact that I've lived here more than half of my life make me an Albanian? So many of my life's milestones occurred here, in one of America's most unfriendly cities, that, no matter … Continue reading Twenty-five years to life
Month: August 2013
Tortilla Flats aka as the place with a waiter who must have flatlined
We stopped in at a little joint Sunday afternoon down in the West Village, Tortilla Flats, hereafter referred to as the place with the worst service. Ever. Our party of three arrived at what I think of as the "shoulder season" of dining hours, around 3:30 or so. There was a distinct lack of greeting … Continue reading Tortilla Flats aka as the place with a waiter who must have flatlined
What I missed
After being back and settled in the DelSo for a week, I thought I'd share what I missed this summer while away. Some of the items on the list, I may take for granted when I'm home, while others are always appreciated. The list is not in any order, although alphabetical would naturally be my … Continue reading What I missed
Wading in with my new wellies
Let me open with a nod to Saratoga in August: I've got no horse in this race. I state this has an attempt to assure you that I have no investment in the current Capital District food blogging dust-up. But while I don't really care either way about who is "right," I'm not without some … Continue reading Wading in with my new wellies
Meteor shower of love
Last week, I had the brilliant idea to get a beach bonfire permit so we could take in the Perseids Meteor showers, beachside. Like last year, we were shut out of our first choice beach, Newcomb Hollow and "settled" for White Crest. If you're unfamiliar with these Wellfleet ocean beaches, trust me, they're all beautiful. … Continue reading Meteor shower of love
A bridge, a baby and some boys
There's almost nothing like the ocean to punctuate time, especially when you're temporarily living on an island which is inaccessible during high tide. The necessity of planning is as explicit and unavoidable as the tide chart adhered to the fridge with a magnet. When the tide is out there's the shallowest of tidal pools under … Continue reading A bridge, a baby and some boys
Vision
The most remarkable thing happened this week - an occurrence which could be considered as a divine lesson about yielding control and letting the miraculous happen. I mean, if you're inclined to think that way. Decide for yourself. My youngest son, who has extremely poor eyesight, placed (with great care, I'm sure) his glasses on … Continue reading Vision
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