As I drive to Reading, Pa., to meet my week-old granddaughter, the title Grandpa Holleran remains surreal, although I’ve heard it a hundred times. My grandson Wes, who is approaching 2½ years, has begun to use that term. But it remains odd, as if somebody started the DVD of my life story, advanced the sceneContinue reading “Grandpa H sounds surreal; hope it lasts for years”
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Shall we gather at the deep parts of the river?
On New Year’s Day, I checked the St. Lawrence River level at my sister Maureen’s home at Merry’s Point in Morristown. You didn’t need to find a yardstick to realize only 6 inches of water stood against the base of her dock. The conditions that had peeved shore residents and boaters last summer and fallContinue reading “Shall we gather at the deep parts of the river?”
Kids grow into teachers, but retain the magic of ‘snow day!’
The conditions last Friday were perfect for a snow day. The windchill factor hovered at -20 degrees, reaching the threshold where frostbite can impact exposed skin within one minute. That was balmy Rochester, where school children were given a reprieve from their walks to school, up to a mile and a half. AContinue reading “Kids grow into teachers, but retain the magic of ‘snow day!’”
