Category Skaneateles

The Guy Who Walks

June 2001 Coming home from the post office last Saturday, I saw a sign for “Yard Sales” on Elizabeth Street, and turned the corner in search of treasure. A gentleman with a large moustache was leaning back in a folding chair, and at his feet was a wooden box filled with old bottles. My heart […]

Star Wars in Skaneateles

November 1, 2007 The high point of Halloween for me was when Princess Leia peed in our garden. She had arrived in the company of Boba Fett (the bounty hunter), an Imperial Stormtrooper, and Yoda. They had been out in the galaxy all evening, so no one was too surprised when the Princess began to […]

Synchronicity

November 1998 I love the synchronicity of things. Last week at work, I was studying the history of the U.S. national soccer team, and my reading had brought me up to the Berlin Olympics. I found a National Archives spot on the Web that talked about them. The AAU, two governors and the U.S. rep […]

A Tribute

October 9, 2004 When autumn comes to Skaneateles, there are magical days when the lake shore, the parks, the fine homes, the quaint shops and even the cheery passers-by all smell of manure. I’m not sure which way the wind has to be blowing or whose farm is setting the tone, but I have to […]

WWJD

January 2000 I was in the P&C this morning picking up some flowers for Abbie to give to her boyfriend’s mother (“Just a small arrangement,” she specified in her note) and my young, blonde, tall cashier, according to her name tag, was Lisa. And just under name was a stick-on label from the bakery, which […]

Two Encounters

April 2000 I had a quintessentially Skaneateles encounter at the post office a few Saturdays ago. A man was wrapping two packages while waiting in line, and he was wearing a cap bearing the Sleeman’s Brewing and Malting logo. “Nice hat,” I said. “I have a friend who is a big Sleeman’s fan.” And he […]

Walking on West Lake

November 10, 2001 They say that golf is a good walk spoiled, but I was still a way from the Country Club when my Sunday morning walk went into the dumper. A driver was angered by my presence on West Lake Street and he let me know it. West Lake is a quiet street that […]