Tree Bones From twenty paces away, they looked like a pile of bleached and whitened bones lying washed up on the small limestone seawall along the shore
The Yearbook A few of the faces, staring up at me, are old friends. I have known them since childhood. Others I met in grammar school or church or on various athletic fields in the tight-knit, Irish-Catholic community that is
GUNSMOKE REVISITED It's funny what things stick in your mind from childhood. The images lie undiscovered, like mementos in an old trunk, until someone or something triggers the mechanism that opens the trunk and sheds light on the old memories that have been stored there these many years.
PASSING THE TORCH The ethnic and familial roots that weave the tapestry of life, on the South side of Buffalo, New York are both durable and far reaching. Favors and alliances won in one generation, are often negotiable in the second and third.
Nova Scotia- Sept. 2005 Sun. Sept. 4th,2005- Williamsville, N.Y. We arose early, finished packing and prepped for the day. It was sunny and warm outside. We loaded the car, bought some coffee and a paper, at the 7/11, and then set off across Maple, RTe. #263 South, Rte.#290 West and Rte.#190 North to the Queenston Bridge, in Lewiston.
