Bye-bye Trading Port / Freihofer’s ghost sign…

Five years ago, I photographed various “ghost signs” – vintage advertisements that were painted on the brickface of buildings – throughout the Capital District.  One such sign was on the corner of Washington Avenue and Colvin Avenue, and it was right next to the Mobil station. Okay, this was a nice find.  This may have…

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Celebrating Eileen Kawola

Today is Eileen Kawola’s birthday.  But that’s not the main reason why I’m writing today’s blog. Later next month, Eileen Kawola is going to receive a very special award.  And once again, it’s another triumph for my old high school, Street Academy / Harriet Gibbons High School. Background. When I arrived at Street Academy in…

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Best of our TU Community Blogs, August 27, 2015: Ten for Thursday

You might think that all I do on Thursday morning is find ten blog posts by ten community bloggers, post them on this page, and then go on my merry way. Well, yeah, I do that, but that’s not all that I do. Example. Last Monday, I had the great pleasure of participating in a…

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Midnight Oil’s “10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1” is an Album I Want To Be Buried With

It’s the spring of 1983, and I’m finishing up my sophomore year at Hamilton College.  The running joke at Hamilton was that if you wanted to find Chuck Miller anywhere on campus, look first at the campus radio station, then at the college computer center, and then after that if you haven’t found him, he…

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Collarworld: The day for Bate

“Is it really my master?  Has my family come for me?” Bate yipped, jumping around and wagging his tail. “That’s what I understand,” said Vincent, the tabbycat and most respected pet in Collarworld, the afterlife waystation where pets wait until they are reunited with their masters.  “The hamsters came by yesterday and told me that…

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Searching for the bowling signs

I knew they existed.  I just didn’t know where to find them in this day and age.  But find them I did.  And I’m glad for it. Background. I’ve blogged in the past about how everybody in my family excelled in bowling.  Everybody, that is, except me.  But one thing I was fascinated with in…

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The mystery of the antique camera film, 2015 edition

One of my blog readers, Dave Stewart, kindly “gifted” me his father’s Argus C3 camera.  Other than giving it a new leather body, and doing some fine-tuning to the mechanisms, I haven’t had a chance to take it out for a shoot. But when I checked inside the camera… you know it.  Film.  And some…

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