Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
Warning: if you’re inclined to respond to conversations about (minor) medical situations the way I react to seeing open wounds, skip this post and go on your way. It’s a topic that is not for everyone. But first, let me lead with this simple fact - everyone should have at least one person in their … Continue reading A hell-broth boil
When I changed into my “chores” jeans, I paused for a moment to consider how many years it had been since I purchased this particular pair of Levi’s. I did the math, thinking back to that long ago trip anniversary to Maine and our visit to the outlets in Freeport. My first and last, so … Continue reading Broken in, not distressed
My Uncle Eamon’s kitchen, Broomall, PA, Fall 1989 The first time I met my Aunt Rosita was at a family wedding. This event marked the second time in my life that I shared space with a relative other than my mother and brother. I had been collected from the airport by Uncle Eamon and Uncle … Continue reading Saying goodbye to a generation
Last Saturday, I maneuvered my large cardboard sign into the back of my Mini and drove to the other side of town to take part in the second No King’s demonstration. (Allow me a moment to clarify my own understanding of the title “No Kings.” I completely understand that we don’t have a monarchy in … Continue reading Fired up, Part I
I think it’s pretty clear that my moods (and mental health) are being determined to a great extent by the current situation in the States. Guess we should all get accustomed to being dictated to, right? I can’t understand why the population of what was once a rebellious, independent country, is allowing this travesty of … Continue reading Whatever gets you through the night (and day)
After what was an absolutely fantastic birthday weekend, Monday morning came with an event decidedly less fun - my annual visit to the dermatologist. The appointment, at 7:30 a.m. after the mind blowing David Byrne show at Proctor’s the previous night, had been rescheduled to an earlier date from what had originally been booked. I … Continue reading The sting of 59
Last weekend’s social media and news timeout served me really well - I slept better than I have in weeks, if not months. Removing myself temporarily from platforms gave me time and mental energy to devote to other things and I started the week refreshed and well rested. Since dipping back into the online cesspool, … Continue reading Gatekeeping
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