Writing, Photography, and the life lessons I learned from Street Academy
Dear Allen… I was thinking about you today. Well, that’s not entirely accurate. I think about you a lot. Maybe not every single moment, but you’re always in my mind. It was a weird weather day – Sunday felt like springtime, even though I know it’s mid-January. Lots of fog in the air. Misty, ethereal…
Read MoreIt’s Christmas, 1969. At that time, I was living with my maternal grandparents in a small Cape-style house on Kenwood Avenue in Slingerlands. And Christmas was coming. I’m sure my aunts purchased things from the Friendly Home Parties catalog for all of us, and I’m sure my grandparents wrapped everything the night before Christmas. I’m…
Read MoreLast Thursday at trivia, my teammate Jeremy McNamara, who besides being a killer Ultimate Disc player is also a chemistry professor – as an aside, J-Mac could rattle off the entire Periodic Table of the Elements without having to sing it Tom Lehrer style – was grading term papers in the middle of the trivia…
Read MoreIt’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…
Read MoreWhy 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 MoreThat’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…
Read MoreI 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 MoreThree 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 MoreLast 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…
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