Come on in my Cucina

See that post title above?  I have a confession about it... I seriously almost used  a more, shall we say, colorful homophonic version of the word "come,"  but chose not to because I was afraid it might be interpreted as vulgar.  I may be salty at times with my language choices, but crass is something … Continue reading Come on in my Cucina

What makes a tradition?

I remember Aloysius asking me that very question a couple of years ago as the Laker guys and I started talking about revisiting Mountain Jam. Since we had all gone together the previous year, was returning to the festival for a second time, in fact, a tradition? Operating on the premise that traditions bring us … Continue reading What makes a tradition?

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

Riding that train

Last week in our (delayed) haste to soak in the last of Summer 2013, two of my boys and I hopped aboard the scenic Saratoga-North Creek Railroad.  Despite the late night I had thoroughly enjoyed the previous evening at a concert at SPAC, we left Albany a little after 9:00 a.m. to catch our train, … Continue reading Riding that train