It’s Saturday morning – the first day that true snowfall has permeated our neighborhood – and I’m sitting at Mavis Discount Tire in Troy, waiting for their techs to replace the performance tires on the Blackbird with four all-weather Pirelli tires. Of course, while I wait for my car to get new grips, I do…
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Equinox Thanksgiving Delivery Day 2012
Why do I get up at 4:30 in the morning to deliver turkey dinners on Thanksgiving Day? There are reasons. Sometimes I don’t even know the reasons myself, because I’m so busy trying to get ready for this day. So I’m awake. Not by much. But I still have to make sure I have everything…
Read MoreI voted Communist the first time.
That’s not a “tease” headline. That’s not “I voted for ‘Communist’ hair gel” or anything like that. For this, we need to take a trip back to 1972. At that time, I was in third grade at Corinth Elementary (school #5 on the list of “The Twelve”). The school had its moments – but not…
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Snowflakes
I know I’ll see them soon. It’ll be one crisp, cold morning, as I wake up, and peek through the Venetian blinds at the window next to my bed. Snowflakes. The tears of angels. The clarions of winter. They’re on their way. That first day will be a test run for them. A few flakes,…
Read More“How dare you shop there!”
Three of my photos from this year – Butterfly and Citrus, The Beat of Officer Harris and Night Train to Heaven – have been accepted for the “Members’ Show” at the Photo Center of Troy. Yep, my two “Single Shot: Half Shot” double-exposure-in-two-cameras photos, as well as my citrus-slurping-butterfly shot, will be on display at…
Read MoreShooting the Pietà
Last Thursday, I dropped off several framed artworks to the Mohawk Hudson Humane Society for their Art Saves Animals charity auction. As the receptionist took the artworks, someone who was also waiting to conduct business at the shelter recognized me. It was Kelly Grimaldi, one of the directors at St. Agnes Cemetery. I hadn’t seen…
Read MoreFor the puppies: Nipper, Palace, Railsplitter or Coca-Cola?
I couldn’t stop thinking about those puppies. The litter of three pitbull puppies, now down to two puppies, that were abused and tortured and left to die along the railroad tracks. And it’s not the first time animals have been beaten and malnourished and tortured. We hear the stories about the animal hoarders who get…
Read MoreThe Bicentennial, a check and 9/11
It’s the fourth of July weekend, 1976. My mother thought it would be a great idea to take me to New York City to see the Tall Ships sale in the harbor. That’s all she talked about leading up to that weekend. “You’re going to see the Tall Ships in the harbor.” What did I…
Read MoreHalfway between crimson and scarlet
I woke up this morning. My face still hurts, more pain than yesterday. My neck aches. My arms feel like they’re coated in fresh asphalt. Gotta check the bathroom mirror. Yep. Any redder, and I’d be the punchline for a Jeff Foxworthy routine. No way around it – Chuck got sunburned. Badly. Worse than I…
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