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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

By rights, I should be dead; dead, or at least severely injured. Why? Because I was a teen boy growing up in the 1970s in a little town...

Well, my recent column on 𝘋𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘺 𝘘𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯 in the ‘burg seemed to bring back a lot of good memories for people, so let’s try it this...

It’s summertime in the ‘burg, circa 1975; the air is fresh and warm; ships and small craft are traversing the mighty St. Lawerence behind...

You never know when nuggets of gold are going to fall into your lap. No, not real gold, that never happens (unless you slap some guy so...

I think all of us, while in grade or high school, just want to get the heck out of there. How great were the summers and school breaks?...

If you live in the ‘burg, you’re tied to the water in some fashion. When I was living there, up until the mid-1980s, Shad flies were a...

It’s three o’clock in the morning, and it’s colder than a penguin’s picnic outside. While most sane people in Ogdensburg are in bed,...