Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
While I was at work Saturday night, I overheard a woman of perhaps the same age as the current century, talking about how the hospitality business where she works was impacted (positively) by the “political thing” downtown. Yes, “political thing” is a direct quote. She seemed completely clueless about what the protest was about, and … Continue reading The lady doth protest too much
How are you doing? How close are you to feeling great? As for me, I feel as if I am perpetually in a state of high anxiety. I can’t seem to focus my thoughts or attention on a single thing because I am being constantly assaulted by news articles relating the most recent ridiculous, incompetent or offensive action … Continue reading Sending a Signal
After being a resident of Albany for more than 35 years, and a homeowner for almost 30, I feel entitled to sharing my opinion about some of the policies and practices of our fair city on the Hudson. It seems that many people on social media thrive on trashing this city. That is not my … Continue reading O, Albany, 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
Somehow, ok, maybe it’s because I’m good at it, I’ve become quite the “milestone birthday party planner (MBPP). Through the years I’ve planned three 50th birthday parties (my mother’s dessert & cordials festivities, my ex’s Tuscany/London celebration and my own DeFazio’s & wine shindig) and, in recent years, two 60th birthday fetes, one of which … Continue reading Notes from a retired party planner
Aloysius, one of my oldest friends, and his wife have a home up north which they bought in the last couple of years. He describes the lake it is on as being similar to Greenwood Lake, where we grew up, but with the benefit of not having been trashed by a combination of long ago … Continue reading In a swoon over Schroon
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
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