This post is a recount of a long weekend in Nashville with the boys. Friday: I worked a full day as my 7:00 pm flight was out of the local airport in central New York. I arrived at my gate to find a few of my fellow passengers donning Bills gear. Cool, I thought, should …
I used to go to church as a kid. I didn’t go because I was forced to, I went because I knew it was my moral duty. I knew it was my duty to occupy a seat in a large building for an hour every Sunday. I knew it was my duty to listen to …
Everyone has different tastes, from music, to movies, to food. Small towns might be the perfect fit for some, while for others, it can feel like prison. This article was written for the former. Traffic: There is none.
Everyone has different tastes. For some, a small town might be the perfect fit. For others, a small town can feel like prison. This article was written for the latter. Travel Want to get away? Nice! That means at least one connecting flight to a major airport, which will typically waste three to four hours …
Forecast: gradual clearing, high 65 F, calm wind becoming north 5-10 mph in the afternoon, a damn near perfect day for fishing the lower Niagara. My dad and I hopped in the car, picked up my cousin, and headed to Devil’s Hole. When we arrived, we discovered the access stairs were closed for construction. Undeterred, we made …
November 4, 2017. The worst day of my life. I had spent the morning and afternoon apartment hunting with my parents. I was moving from Buffalo to central New York to start my new job, fresh out of grad school. The day was cloudy, dry, and cold, nondescript from an upstate New York standpoint. After …
This post is a recount of a fishing trip to Colorado with my best friend Matt, his younger brother Adam, and his parents Mr. and Mrs. K. Day 1: We were flying Frontier direct to Denver. It was nearing time to board. Mr. K checked his flight tracker: the plane was still in North Carolina. …
This post is a recount of a long weekend in Nashville with my sister Tori. Friday: I could hardly wait to get out of work. It was a Friday afternoon in mid-May. I sat at my desk, unable to concentrate. I managed to pass the time by taking care of a few menial tasks, ones …
Mostly sunny, a high of 55 F, west wind 10-15 mph at the lake, no complaints there for an early April day in western New York. My dad and I hopped in the car and headed for 18 Mile Creek. The flow was a bit on the high side, but visibility was pretty good at …
