In 1988, the World Health Organization designated December 1 as World AIDS Day, a day to remember the effects of the AIDS pandemic and the toll it took on human life and perspective. On that day, we take note of the people who perished as victims of an insidious virus that destroyed our ability to…
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Micheal Ray Richardson was a good man.
“Did you hear about Sugar?” the text message read. At that moment … I knew what that message could mean. I responded back. “Please don’t tell me he died.” Even though I feared the answer. But it was true. Micheal Ray Richardson, former NBA superstar who went from legend to drug addict to recovery to…
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Saturday morning, November 1, 2025. A crisp chill grips the Adirondack Mountains. And we are all here. The friends and family. The comrades and acquaintances. On this morning, we board the Saratoga, Corinth & Hudson Railroad train for one morning excursion. An excursion to celebrate the passing of a good man. I’m at the depot…
Read MoreThe Loneliest Sound in the Universe is the Last Heartbeat
Before reading today’s blog, I would encourage you all to check this blog post from my friend Emily Pratt Slatin, who lost her mother yesterday. “I Answered The Call, Then Let The Silence Win (October 17, 2025).” The post is both poignant and revealing, it’s raw and it’s unwavering. It’s another part of what we…
Read MoreBlindsided
I knew Pete Bardunias from our time together as community bloggers with the Times Union. Pete would post messages about upcoming events with the Saratoga County Chamber of Commerce, which his blog represented. Later on, he would join the Capital Region Chamber of Commerce, and I would see his Facebook posts that showcased ribbon cuttings…
Read MoreHigh Greens, Chip – now and forever.
I first crossed paths with Chip Ordway in January 2020. A mutual friend recommended that I listen to his newly-formed radio show on the newly-resurrected WPTR radio station. Okay, I’ll give it a listen. And for two hours on Saturday night, I was transformed back to WPTR’s 1960’s heyday with a mixture of classic oldies…
Read MoreThe Tears of Angels
I’m looking up at the sky. How many stars can I see in the night? Dozens? Hundreds? A thousand upon a thousand? My cell phone is screaming at me. An Amber Alert. Be on the lookout for a nine-year-old girl that may have been abducted in Lake George by someone in a white van, driving…
Read MoreI am the man on Fifth Avenue.
With the passage of H.R. 1, colloquially known as the “One Big, Beautiful Bill,” I now know how I will die. I will die because the hospitals that take care of me either won’t exist any more, or they’ll charge me so much money that I cannot afford to seek medical care. I will die…
Read MoreWhy Father’s Day hits harder for me
Long-time readers of my blog know that I am a survivor of child abuse. My biological father, Robert Miller, let me know for the longest time that I was a product of him not totally understanding the rhythm method of birth control, and I do recall several moments of emotional and physical abuse from my…
Read MoreI miss you already, Frieda.
Frieda Tillman was one of my first connections in high school. She was my first true friend, and we remained friends throughout our high school years. We took many classes together, we participated in several extracurricular activities together, and we were both champions on the WRGB Answers Please quiz show from 1981. On Monday, I…
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