It’s not every day you find a dead body. But when you run a small motel, with people from all walks of life coming and going like...

Clark (name changed to protect the guilty) and I would roam the halls of OFA on our free periods like rats in a maze. We’d dodge teachers...

𝙂𝙧𝙞𝙩, 𝙂𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙂𝙪𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣: 𝙈𝙤𝙢𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 '𝟲𝟬𝙨     Growing up in Ogdensburg in the ‘60s and ‘70s, there was a...

Being only about a block away from our house on Hamilton Street, it was less of a destination and more of an extension of my living room....

Bike riding today—at least in my worldview—seems to be more for middle-aged folks trying to burn off last night’s lasagna than an actual...

If there was ever an icon of Ogdensburg, other than the Golden Dome, it was WSLB radio, perched right there on the AM side at 1400. It...

𝙅𝙚𝙨𝙪𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙏𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚: 𝙏𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙖 𝘾𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧    It was 1980. I was 17 years old, and...

Colonoscopy - the mere utterance of the word, for those that have had one, can bring about tense shoulders, a headache, and finding...

Sometimes, I would get close, too close , to her, and my heart would pound at the danger of the moment; one false move and… No, I’m not...

. In the winters of the ‘70s in Ogdensburg, kids didn’t just tolerate the snow and cold—we thrived in it. While adults grumbled about...

It’s Christmas morning in Ogdensburg, 1973; it’s still the very early morning hours.  The city streets are mostly empty, save for the...

It was one of those Ogdensburg nights in December 1972—cold enough to turn your breath into an ice sculpture but not quite cold enough to...

It’s the biggest-selling physical single record of all time. Despite its name, this song was written by a Jewish immigrant to the US and...

Unless you’ve been living in an igloo in the Arctic Circle, you may have heard we have a big election coming up. I’m not here to make a...

Marvin saw President Kennedy that fateful day at Love Field in Dallas, November 22, 1963; he was 16 then. After hearing about the...

I wish I had been born rich instead of good-looking. Having failed at both, and my family being of modest means, I had to find a way to...

Maggie, a 40-year-old mom, arrived home to see her elderly father, Ed, out on the cement patio in a chair, reading the newspaper on the...

It’s the end of World War I. The skies, once filled with the roar of engines and the courage of young pilots, are now eerily quiet. The...

I was a dirty young boy. No, I wasn’t peeping into women’s windows as they changed; I was a rural kid (damn it) living on the outskirts...

I’m sitting alone at a booth at Phillips Diner . I’m right by the front window. This vantage point lets me see everything - people coming...