A memory in tile

I barely remember my Grandpa Ben.  My few fleeting childhood memories of my paternal grandfather involve my riding in a little baby stroller as he pushed me around the Franklin Park Zoo in Boston.  Unfortunately, he passed away while I was still a toddler, so my memories of him are few and far between. Last…

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We remember…

We remember the morning. We remember the newscasts. We remember the smoke coming out of the north tower. We remember seeing the plane crashing into the south tower. We remember two American Airlines planes. We remember two United Airlines planes. We remember a plane crashing into the Pentagon. We remember a town called Shanksville, Pennsylvania.…

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The blessings of a little help

David Magley, an alumni of the Albany Patroons (he was on the 1983-84 Phil Jackson-coached CBA championship team), is now the commissioner of the National Basketball League of Canada. As part of his duties during the NBL’s offseason, Magley has organized several free agent tryout camps throughout North America.  Free agent tryout camps are great…

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Thoughts while driving to Syracuse

By the time you read this, I’ll be on the road with a precious cargo – six of my best photographic artworks – for “Drop-Off Day” at the New York State Fair.  This seems to be part of an all-encompassing “drop-off-3-day-weekend” with my three entries for the Big E shipped yesterday, and my four (5)…

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The day Bill Cosby stopped being funny

You don’t want to believe it’s possible.  You hope it’s all a misunderstanding, or a vengeful slur by a hurtful third party who wishes to destroy your happiness. But eventually you discover it’s true.  Sad and true.  Painful and true.  And you can’t think of that person – or even that person’s name – without…

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How to survive Father’s Day

Listen, I’m not going to blog again about why my biological father was a terrible parent.  And I’m not going to blog again about how my stepfather was a terrible parent.  I’ve done that.  My opinions haven’t changed.  They haven’t softened, either.  Those of you who’ve read my blog know that I am a survivor…

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