Seeing Niagara Falls from All Sides I both love and loathe Niagara Falls. The roar of the falls almost compensates for the schlock that humanity has allowed to surround it. On my most recent visit, I can’t help but wonder…
A visit to the home of Kodak’s founder never disappoints I know I am going to like my visit to the George Eastman House in Rochester, N.Y. just as soon as the docent makes a request: “Please do take pictures.”…
The George Eastman House and Pizza Bagels Leaving Hamilton and being chased by a dog on the way out of town, the Brawny Sherpa and I drive past windmills that weren’t there years ago and appreciate the scenery. Ahead on…
A Campus Visit Just for the Beauty of It Taking the scenic route on a New York road trip from Westchester County to Niagara Falls, I stop in Hamilton and revisit Colgate University. This place can’t help but inspire. It’s…
Not Just for Alumni I’ve had a romance with the Colgate Inn in Hamilton, N.Y. since my freshman year at college. I loved brunch on Sundays, Bloody Mary’s on those mornings that stretched into afternoons, beers before the fire during…
The first stop on my memory lane tour is Colgate University, where I spent a beer-drenched year enjoying football games and fraternity parties. The Brawny Sherpa and I set off on the scenic route from Westchester to Madison County—the only…
I’ve never really understood the American method of mourning, kicking off with a somber viewing followed by an even more somber funeral. Let’s all wear our sad faces along with the black. This approach seems so incongruous to me given…
Nothing becomes October better than the Old Dutch Church in Sleepy Hollow, N.Y. Even if you can’t make a performance of story teller Jonathan Kruk as he brings Washington Irving’s Legend of Sleepy Hollow alive, a walk through the graveyard…
The overgrowth of this graveyard in Pleasantville, N.Y. contrasts with its proximity to a well-traveled road. What was probably a peaceful resting place stands still as progress comes to it on a road named Broadway. Should we pretend not to…