Another squirrel story!

After my previous post, in which I confessed to holding a grudge against some  squirrels, you might be surprised to learn that I spent some time last weekend running a trail race called the Squirrelly Six.  All I can say is this: I mentally made it a grey squirrel rather than the despised red squirrel … Continue reading Another squirrel story! →

Albany Urban (redhead) Raid 2013

When was the last time you leaped hurdles? Climbed a knotted rope? Swung on monkey bars? If you're anything like me and your response is "middle school," last Saturday's Urban Raid in downtown Albany would have given you an opportunity to revisit those glory days. Minus the one-piece polyester P.E. uniform, of course. This event … Continue reading Albany Urban (redhead) Raid 2013 →

Minnewaska must mean “beautiful” in Native American

In what feels like a previous lifetime, my girlfriends and I would meet in the mountains outside of New Paltz for our annual hike.  There were years before the babies came, and even a couple of years after the oldest of the babies were born, when we would simply amble along a path by the … Continue reading Minnewaska must mean “beautiful” in Native American →

It’s like apples and squid?

Knowing that my October weekends were pretty tightly jammed, I decided to get the apple-(cider donut)picking out-of-the-way a little early in the season.  We have a regular semi-secret spot down in Greene County that we’ve been going to for years, but something told me to call prior to hopping in the car this year.  Good … Continue reading It’s like apples and squid? →

Fly me to the (Jake) Moon

For this year's birthday dinner, I wanted something lowkey. I simply wanted a good meal in a place I could enjoy with my boys. After consulting with The Wine Consultor and talking tables with Table Hopping's Steve Barnes, Clarksville's Jake Moon came out ahead as the crowd favorite. I made a reservation. On Saturday evening … Continue reading Fly me to the (Jake) Moon →

Love and hate in the 518

Knowing me as you do, you can probably predict that there are far more things that I love about the Capital District than I hate. How about we just get the negatives on the table so we can get to the good stuff? I really hate the careless drivers I observe during my runs around … Continue reading Love and hate in the 518 →