Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
With growing older comes the understanding that life truly is about moments, not years. As I see 57 on the very near horizon, I wanted to take this opportunity to visually revisit some of my favorite moments of the past 12 months, my year of being 56. It was a challenge to gather 56 pictures. … Continue reading 56 Moments
It’s hard for me to believe that little more than a week ago, I was in Wellfleet, in the house I’ve rented for the majority of the last 6 or 7 years. This dreamy, cottage-y house, just across a dirt path road from Herring Pond, is Jeter’s favorite summer place on earth. When it wasn’t … Continue reading The boy of summer
one of the events of the season - the annual skinny dip. me, herring pond, hopefully the sun. at the least, a full moon. not a euphemism. daylight hours now gone, my swim swimsuit still on. i gathered my nerve daring myself to jump. my fear of the water, and what it might contain, snapping … Continue reading I was afraid…
Nearly four weeks after I arrived, I was sitting on a plane on the jetway waiting for a delayed takeoff. Funnily enough, I didn’t mind the delay because it gives me longer in Italy. You would think after a month I’d be more than ready to go home, but with each city or town I … Continue reading Studying Italian
The sounds of Lucca woke me after what had been a poor night’s sleep. I don’t blame my fitful and interrupted sleep on Lucca; it’s simply how my nights are at this point in my life. The occasions when I manage to remain asleep for more than four or five consecutive hours are pretty rare. … Continue reading Late night thoughts in Lucca about Sinéad O’Connor
In many ways my current trip is a means of revisiting the past. Not because I want to return to those days. No, that isn’t it all. Instead it’s a way for me to actually do justice to places I once only had a chance to briefly visit. As was the case for many things … Continue reading Ghosts of Lerici
You might be surprised to learn this but, I hate flying. Between my tendency to experience motion sickness and my discomfort with feeling as if I’m not in control, flying prompts intense anxiety before I even board the plane. Monday night’s eerie smoky sky sunset with its post apocalyptic vibe did not quell my nerves. … Continue reading Fear. Less.
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