The highway that isn’t there
Sometimes, the most beautiful highway is the one that isn’t there. Over at All Over Albany, I write about the...
Crossing the Hudson (bridges edition)
The Livingston Avenue Bridge, the graceful and anachronistic swing bridge that carries trains across the Hudson River at Albany and...
Shocked, shocked!
…to find that gambling is going on in here! From Whish’s 1917 “Albany Guide Book”: Athletic sports always have been...
Spring spatters
Spring spatters, originally uploaded by carljohnson. 43 degrees. Wet lube on the chain, double-bagged knees and some embrocation, bike shoe...
Dial direct!
Among the many things my children will not really be able to understand the significance of: direct dialing.
Certainly doesn’t
Oh, how we used to laugh at the generations that came before us, falling for these ridiculous patent medicines and...
Still having school nightmares
I am half a century old. It is time to stop having school anxiety nightmares. Last night’s was a doozy...
Mailbag
It’s just all spam, all the time, isn’t it? Even the real mail, it’s just useless. Every day the mailman...
Snow days
I remember all those snow days I spent playing Rock Band with my father. Oh, wait, that’ll be my kids....
All I said was,
“It’s a shame we can’t reuse those practically brand new countertops you’re going to throw out, Mom.” Next thing I...