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...

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

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...

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 seventeen in 1980; it’s too late at night for me to be up - it’s a school night - and my grades would suggest more sleep would help....

Every child must learn certain things in this world if they are to navigate it and not risk their lives - don’t touch hot stoves, look...

It’s a wonder we ‘70s kids weren’t a bunch of juvenile, obese, toothless diabetics, with the diet we consumed; I hope it wasn’t just me....

I’m ten years old and I’m sprawled out on my back under a tree; I’m happy, fascinated, and in a state of anticipation. No, I wasn’t hurt,...

If I wanted to right now, I can call up anything on my iPhone, from music to a TV show that’s been on in the last….well since ever it was...

Today’s electronics would have stupefied me as a teenager, had someone gone back in time and shown me what a cell phone was, how complex...