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…
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The 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…
Read MoreFor His Holiness, Francis
I was born during the last few months of the papacy of John XXIII. By the time I understood what a pope was and what he meant to the Catholic Church, that leader was Paul VI. After Paul VI passed in 1978, we had Pope John Paul I and then Pope John Paul II (the…
Read More“Sweet Purge” – a digital short about the crisis of eating disorders
About a dozen years ago, I worked with Tabatha Beshears on the Bottle Service webseries. But while Bottle Service never saw the light of day … Tabatha went on to create some other videos and media projects. Including this extremely important digital short called “Sweet Purge.” And I will preface this with a trigger warning…
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