For as long as I can remember, I’ve been a word maven, which I got from my mother, a word maven of the first water. For example, instead of playing patty cake, we played word games of all sorts. The earliest one took place before my tender psyche got hijacked and crushed by the American ...
Yesterday, my Instagram reel showed Mars the baby hippo refusing to leave his pond, and a new platform for AI Fortune telling. So I asked AI: “Will baby Mars leave his pond?” Then I was prompted to enter my credit card for the reply. Um, I can wait to find out about Mars the hippo. AI ...
In an era during which everyone with a cellphone lays claim to being a photographer, there’s still immense pleasure in enjoying the art and skill of those who are true professionals. Regular readers of my work know I place great store in vintage work by the likes of Seneca Ray Stoddard, ...
I am once again working the election as a poll worker. I think once a person is on that particular list, the Board of Elections isn’t going to turn down someone willing to work. For me, it’s always a learning experience. I am thankful for all the people working alongside me. Even being a ...
I got a relatively late start to big game hunting. In 1972, I graduated from college, moved to Saranac Lake, and Tom Cantwell, family patriarch, suggested — no, more like demanded — I get my hunting license. Dutifully, I went to the Fish & Game Club, got my hunter safety certificate, ...