Category: Aloysius

Fathers – the ones we have and the ones we don’t

I went to mass the other day. It was in my hometown in the same church where I made my first communion, attended catechism classes and impatiently sat through midnight mass on Christmas Eve eager to only get home and open a single gift, as was our custom. I was there to accompany one of … Continue reading Fathers – the ones we have and the ones we don’t →

Mountain (without the) Jam

Last year's memories of Mountain Jam are a bit tainted. I'd had a really rough morning, thanks to my middle son, and my early afternoon proved that the day could, in fact, become even worse. As always, my friends pulled me through that day and were once again on hand this year to replace any … Continue reading Mountain (without the) Jam →

What makes a tradition?

I remember Aloysius asking me that very question a couple of years ago as the Laker guys and I started talking about revisiting Mountain Jam. Since we had all gone together the previous year, was returning to the festival for a second time, in fact, a tradition? Operating on the premise that traditions bring us … Continue reading What makes a tradition? →

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 →

Ingredients for a perfect summer day…

Waffles with NYS maple syrup Finding the unicorn of beaches and being only the second family to arrive and stake claim to the pond. An outdoor shower Lunch, including spicy bloody Mary and lobster salad, and a walk around Edgartown. Solo. A scoop of Mad Martha's butter crunch. With jimmies. My 10 minute nap. An … Continue reading Ingredients for a perfect summer day… →

A love letter to Belleayre Mountain

Maybe it is because this was the first place I ever truly skied.  Perhaps it is a result of the stunning panoramic views in every direction.  It may be because of the friendliness of every staff member I've ever encountered.  Or, it might be because of the all-things-considered reasonableness of the price of a lift … Continue reading A love letter to Belleayre Mountain →