Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
Many years ago I read Gregory Maguire’s book, Wicked, and I absolutely despised it. While there were moments when I eagerly turned the pages, the truth was I just wanted the story, and the book, to be over. I’ve never read anything else he’s written and was also successful in avoiding any of the hype … Continue reading My Wicked ways
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
On a night when the moon is one day shy of full and there’s less than 24 hours standing between you and a four day holiday weekend, it’s hard to get motivated to do much beyond sitting on the back deck with a cold glass of Italian white staring at the moon. What else is … Continue reading Breaking (some of)the rules
It’s a funny thing. Packing for 3 nights in Las Vegas has proven to be almost more challenging than packing for 4 weeks in Italy - and I’m using the exact same piece of carry-on luggage. Go figure. The complications, for me, come from not really knowing what to expect. The weather looks mixed, maybe … Continue reading Vegas weekend wardrobe
No, really. What do you enjoy doing when you visit Las Vegas beyond going to see your favorite live band in the world’s newest and coolest new venue? Early next month, my sweetie and I are heading to Vegas to watch the lads play the Sphere and I’m trying to get a sense of what … Continue reading What happens in Vegas?
The sounds of Lucca woke me after what had been a poor night’s sleep. I don’t blame my fitful and interrupted sleep on Lucca; it’s simply how my nights are at this point in my life. The occasions when I manage to remain asleep for more than four or five consecutive hours are pretty rare. … Continue reading Late night thoughts in Lucca about Sinéad O’Connor
More years ago than I can believe, I worked with a really sweet young man, S, at a restaurant on Lark Street. When we met he was at his best, something I didn’t know until later when I saw him at what was arguably his worst. He was clear eyed, good looking and hardworking, a … Continue reading Crying to Cope
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