Last week’s epic snowstorm provided an unexpected early December treat - the chance to cross-country ski at Albany Muni. I got out there four days and the conditions just kept getting better. It was awesome and Jeter and I loved every minute of it. Other than the first day when I skied with a friend, it was just me, … Continue reading Skiing with my Uncle Wolfgang
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Hearing voices
Driving in my car the other day, I caught WAMC’s Joe Donahue conducting an interview with a woman whose name I didn’t catch, having tuned in mid broadcast. As I listened to the conversation I realized the woman’s voice was familiar...it was my friend, Sally, who works for the University. How cool! I turned up … Continue reading Hearing voices
Things I’ve learned during my 52nd trip around the sun
Honesty is free, yet more valuable than pretty much anything else. With each birthday, I feel more compelled to celebrate. My dog is smarter than I gave him credit for being. Last week during an “intestinal bout,” shall we say, he opened the screen door to the back deck rather than literally lose his sh*t … Continue reading Things I’ve learned during my 52nd trip around the sun
Are your ducks all in a row?
Have you ever chaperoned a field trip? At this point in my life, I've accompanied quite a few bus loads of students to destinations like NYC, Montreal and, as of today, Boston. I take the responsibility pretty seriously and spend an inordinate amount of time counting my charges, hoping to consistently arrive at the same … Continue reading Are your ducks all in a row?
David Bowie and Fame Right
Last Friday, we played a Spotify station to celebrate David Bowie's 69th birthday. Less than three days later, he was dead. I guess that's how it goes. We never know how long the journey from birth to death is really going to be, do we? I can't claim to have been the biggest Bowie fan … Continue reading David Bowie and Fame Right
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
Running to hide in the dark
It's times like this that make me understand the appeal of going to the theater to see a movie. Or three. I don't often get to the movies for a film that is anything other than rated PG, but during my winter holidays, I found my way to the Spectrum three times for grown up … Continue reading Running to hide in the dark
