Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
Earlier this month, I bit the proverbial bullet and ordered myself an inflatable paddle board. It was a somewhat impulsive purchase, but one which was approached with a level of forethought. First, I polled friends to learn what they liked about their own equipment and did some online research of various brands to determine what … Continue reading Maiden voyage
It stands to reason that someone I first met on an unforgettable day, (9/11/2001), should pass, after a lengthy battle with Parkinson’s, on a date as distinctive as 6/16/26. We met in the library. It was my first week working in a district where I would eventually spend three years as the high school librarian. … Continue reading 6/16/26
When was the last time you went shopping for shorts? Personally, I think it’s been a while because what I’m seeing, in the very limited number of stores I’ve visited, has been more than a little surprising. First - the styles I’m seeing are not particularly appealing. Either they’re too short, too bougie or too … Continue reading Coming up short
One of the things I’ve recently noticed about my personal aging process, is that my coloring has changed. My hair, eyes and skin tone have all evolved into new and unexpected shades. I think the most dramatic alteration for me to accept and internalize has been the gradual change in my hair color. I am … Continue reading True colors
One of the highlights of last month’s visit to Ireland was a Sunday afternoon gathering of family in Dublin. If you’ve been around here for any length of time, you know the story of my making contact with my father’s family for the first time in 1989 when I was 22 years old. If you … Continue reading Descended from a king, traveling with a prince
It’s been about 6 weeks since I retired and it feels like I’m finding my flow. Daytime yoga classes and evenings at the restaurant have become my new normal and I’m truly enjoying both. I’m even growing comfortable with walking Jeter in the late morning without feeling as if I’m doing something illicit and I … Continue reading Working (at) retirement
One of my favorite hotel stays was many years ago in Amsterdam - and no, I’m not talking about that sweet botel docked behind Centraal Station again. This was a much later visit, with my then-teenaged oldest son and my German uncle and aunt. It was also situated behind Centraal Station but was decidedly much … Continue reading Getting Hot
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