Yesterday was my 49th birthday. I spent it here in beautiful downtown Brampton, Ontario, attending a combine for the National Basketball League of Canada – there’s an amazing amount of talent at the combine, and I know several of these guys will end up in NBL-C uniforms when the season starts in November. After the…
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Thoughts on a stormy, rainy night
Boom. It’s Thursday morning. I wake up. One eye checks the alarm clock. 4:00 a.m. I roll over. The bedroom window is next to my bed. My non-glasses-wearing eyeballs are still focusing. I squint through the Venetian blinds of my window. Flash of light. Five seconds later, another boom. Thunderstorm. What’s the mathematical formula, my…
Read MoreColumbine. Nickel Mines. And the Aurora movie theater.
It’s 1999, and kids are finishing up their classes at Columbine High School. And in that quiet building in a beautiful location in Colorado, two students, armed with assault rifles, opened fire on their classmates. Fifteen classmates killed. Twenty-one others were injured. Thousands of lives destroyed. It’s 2006, on a sunny day in rural Pennsylvania. …
Read MoreI was thinking of Gina Peca today…
When I went through my photographs from last night’s Waterford fireworks show, I came across this picture. It was taken before the fireworks began, just a shot to see if I could capture the crepuscular “God’s Rays” as the sunshine pierced through the clouds. It’s the light that shines down from above for all of…
Read MoreHow we feel when they leave
On Wednesday, I parked my car on State Street to attend the 4th of July fireworks at the Empire State Plaza. Parking on State Street meant that once the fireworks were over, I could quickly get to Cardachrome and drive home, without getting stuck in a parking garage for three hours. While I was gathering…
Read MoreColoring outside the borders
In 1969, I attended first grade at Clarksville Elementary School (school number two of the “Twelve”). At the time, I didn’t understand why I wasn’t in first grade at Slingerlands Elementary School with the rest of my friends and neighbors – and why, for that fact, was I in a classroom with only six other…
Read MoreIt’s not exclusive to the one who gave birth to you.
It’s customary on Mother’s Day to remember those who gave birth to us, those who nursed us and weaned us and drove us to every Little League and AYSO event. The ones who were there in the audience when we graduated from school; the ones who were in the church saying, “That’s my boy up…
Read MoreFrom the Ohav Shalom Synagogue, June of 1951…
If you haven’t had a chance to read the Times Union’s latest lifestyle blogger, Mary Martin, you should make the time and do so. She only started with the TU a couple of days ago, but her posts are entertaining and inspirational. Her recent post about having three mothers-in-law actually spurred me to write this…
Read MoreFootball and Faust
If ever I to the moment shall say: Beautiful moment, do not pass away! Then you may forge your chains to bind me, Then I will put my life behind me, Then let them hear my death-knell toll, Then from your labors you’ll be free, The clock may stop, the clock-hands fall, And time come…
Read MoreThe Day
Saturday morning, 9:00 a.m. I got a late start, had some morning errands to run. But those are done. And now I’m on my way. Let’s Go, Cardachrome – next stop, Saugus, Massachusetts. The Massachusetts Turnpike is quiet. Only a few cars on the highway, mostly drivers who probably, like me, got a late start…
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