Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
If you follow me on other social media sites, you know that I’ve been dealing with a serial polluter in my neighborhood. This person, who has a consistent drink order at Dunkin and an appreciation for breakfast sandwiches with sausage and filet of fish from McDonald’s, has been dumping their garbage on the side of … Continue reading Your trash and my dirty weekend
One of my favorite hotel stays was many years ago in Amsterdam - and no, I’m not talking about that sweet botel docked behind Centraal Station again. This was a much later visit, with my then-teenaged oldest son and my German uncle and aunt. It was also situated behind Centraal Station but was decidedly much … Continue reading Getting Hot
I never could have imagined that I would one day return to the hospitality industry after a 30 year career as a school librarian. I mean, hadn’t I become a teacher to leave the restaurant life behind me for a place that promised an eventual pension, good quality healthcare and holidays and summers available to … Continue reading Like a bird up in the sky
Yesterday was my youngest son’s 21st birthday, a milestone that came with no small sense of satisfaction. Parenting this kid, the family baby, had not been without its challenges. There had been numerous early miscarriages, (something I’ll forever attribute to the aggressively high radioactive iodine dose I received and my managed state of hyperthyroidism), before … Continue reading QPL XXI
Generally, I’m not really a reality tv person. Maybe it was the Kardashians that killed that genre for me. I remember being subjected to their toxic family dynamic, in a nail salon that I used to frequent, and wondering who in the world would want to sit around watching family members yell at one another … Continue reading Queer (tear in my) Eye
“I’m retired,” doesn’t exactly roll off of my tongue yet. Especially not when I’m still waiting for just one person to respond with, “you can’t possibly be old enough to retire!” In the midst of my second week of this new life chapter, I’ve got some observations - and some questions. Week One was a … Continue reading What day is it?
During my time in Florence, I walked about 20 miles. What can I say? I had no agenda and the sun was shining. What else was there to do? Strolling around on both sides of the Arno, I took note of a few things. First, there were the dogs. It seemed like everywhere I turned, … Continue reading Florence fashion is furry
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