Did you play that game when you were a kid? We usually alternated between Red Light and Mother, May I? on autumn evenings which grew more quickly dark as each day passed. They were fun games to play during times, which I recall as, much more simple than today. No batteries or cords necessary. These … Continue reading Red light, green light, one-two-three
Category: Albany
My primary problem
I'm a teacher and a member of NYSUT. I'm not always a fan of my union or some of the marketing with which they provide me. Things like solicitations for rental car companies and insurance opportunities don't seem like benefits as much as they feel like invasions of my privacy and personal information. I don't … Continue reading My primary problem
The pretension of DelSo
I've been doing this DelSo thing for close to 5 years and have been called a couple of things. I think interesting is my favorite. Over at Tablehopping I, along with my neighbors, I suppose, recently earned the title "pretentious." Here - read it for yourself. What do you think? Was dubbing my little neighborhood … Continue reading The pretension of DelSo
7 years without a raise is too long
Those of you who know me are familiar with my tendency to become irritated or even outraged over injustices. When something bothers me, I am inclined to obsess about it or reference it repeatedly to draw attention to it.We're at a moment in time when there are an overwhelming number of things occurring in our … Continue reading 7 years without a raise is too long
Baby, you can drive my car
I bought my first car when I was 20. It was a 1973 Volkswagen wagon, a model in which the engine was still in the rear of the vehicle making the large space under the front hood a deep trunk perfect for road trips. Sadly enough, the powder blue jalopy took me on only a … Continue reading Baby, you can drive my car
Urban Raid, 2014 edition
Well, I survived it sore, but generally unscathed. Actually, I finished a respectable 10th out of 46 in my age bracket, which is nothing to be ashamed of, I suppose. But... ...it was really hard! Here's the blow-by-blow: My wave took off at 10:35 from a different starting line than last year's spot on State … Continue reading Urban Raid, 2014 edition
Don’t. Stop. Believing.
Every year when it is time to drive west from wherever we happen to be on Cape Cod, I don't want to leave. It doesn't matter how much I miss my own home or that I already have a place booked for the following summer - I don't want my beach time to be finished. … Continue reading Don’t. Stop. Believing.
