Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
We can all agree, I believe, that 2020 has been an absolute (fill in your favorite colorful and descriptive phrase here) shit show. I had no expectation, quite honestly, for Christmas to be any different than the preceding 345 days. Because of the pandemic, I wasn’t going to the desert for Christmas, and would instead … Continue reading A(nother) Christmas miracle
The B was for Brunello, reputed to be his favorite wine. He was an odd, particular and sometimes annoying man, but, when I heard of his death this week, it hit me hard. I didn’t realize how much I had grown to appreciate Jim and his unique weirdness. I’m going to miss him.It isn’t that … Continue reading We called him Jimmy B
At least that was my thought the other night as I prepared dinner at my airbandb. My youngest son was in town hanging out with a friend he’s known his entire life, probably doing things I don’t really want details about, and the dog and I were keeping an eye on each other in this … Continue reading Vacation is just a (NY) state of mind
I hope that title doesn’t sound too dramatic. That wasn’t my intent. I was just trying to describe something which can present itself in many ways, in only a few words. I’ve seen and sent Father’s Day messages this morning and I celebrate all dads today, and most every day. I see them as equal … Continue reading Father’s Day for the Fatherless
Generally, I’m not much of a cryer. I’m not boasting when I say that. Trust me when I say there are moments when I wish for little more than a sob session to release the emotions that at times well up inside me and practically beg to get out. Honestly, tears would be welcome. But, … Continue reading Weepy in the light of the full moon
The final week of summer vacation has arrived and with it comes a mad dash to enjoy activities and events that seemed easily achievable way back in June. One thing I’ve had on my radar was a photography exhibit at the Fenimore Art Museum, a place I’ve never before visited. Knowing that the opportunity to … Continue reading Picturing Rock and Roll – Herb Ritts at the Fenimore Art Museum
Wednesday evening when Stephen Marley sang that lyric I wanted to go there with him to a place where there are no worries. Releasing the weight of worry sounds amazing. All that energy previously occupied with fretting about things beyond one’s own control can be put to use so much more productively. Instead of creating … Continue reading Don’t worry about a thing
