Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
I awoke thinking about the two children who had died after falling in Washington Park’s lake. It’s impossible to know what the boy had been thinking when he ventured onto ice which was nowhere near strong enough to hold his weight. Did he know he was taking a risk? Was he perhaps laughing with nerves … Continue reading Frozen in time
I live in a small neighborhood of only 4 streets, each a single block long. It’s the kind of neighborhood where it’s easy to recognize something that might be odd or out of place. In the close to 30 years I’ve been in my home, I’ve observed some unusual things, some more disturbing than others. … Continue reading Who you gonna call?
The first musical I ever saw on Broadway was Grease in 1980. I don’t remember much of the show, but I do recall being mesmerized by the costumes, dancing and singing and, really, isn’t that what a musical is all about? On Sunday afternoon I was in the audience for a production of Beautiful: The … Continue reading A Beautiful reason to have come home
For the first time in years (maybe pre-Covid Era?), I participated in a local story telling event, The Front Parlor series. I’ve told stories before, but never at this particular venue and I was really excited. A few months ago I had prepared a story to suit the theme of “forgiveness,” but that gathering, disappointingly, … Continue reading Starry Story Night
I’m unsure what about an afternoon blue sky makes me think about a particular night in Berlin, an early spring evening when rain fell intermittently. N and I were doing one of the few things I had organized in advance - a 3 hour tour of the city’s sights which related to the years when … Continue reading Bowie, Berlin & Bobby Mac
As a child, my relationship with food was pretty weird stuff. There was a phase when I refused to eat steak other than if I could gnaw on the bone. I was inclined to eat my pancakes with jelly, rather than syrup, and I oddly enough picked soft boiled eggs over fried every time. Vegetables, … Continue reading Liverwurst as love language
A fantastic weekend doesn’t necessarily have to be anything fancy. In fact, a collection of simple moments strung together over the course of 48 hours or so can completely define a great weekend. While the weather may have been The luxury of not leaving the house for my usual Saturday morning errands and yoga and … Continue reading When Saturday shines and Sunday sparkles
