Recently, I heard from my college friend Jim Glover, a regular reader of my column and who drops me an email every once in a while. He let me know that he was blogging and asked for some tips to help spread the word. I told him I didn’t know how much help I could be. It’s not like I have ...

When I woke up Sunday morning hoarse, and with a sore throat, I knew why: on Saturday Phyliss and I had gone to the Syracuse University football game against the Miami Hurricanes and I was hoarse from cheering at the top of my lungs for two hours. I think I know why I enjoy college ...

I spent my early years in rural Locust Valley, Nassau County, which though only 30 miles from Manhattan, seemed like a hundred. Our house was set in the middle of six acres surrounded by a chain link fence and had been the caretaker’s property for one of the old Gilded Age Estates. It was ...

As I cruised Facebook the other day I saw a post about Lower Saranac Lake and the efforts by environmental groups to determine the lake’s carrying capacity. No one seemed to like the idea. The comments ranged from conspiracy theories, “They want to make the lake private access only for ...

If you were a boy growing up in the 1950s you loved at least three things: rock and roll, cars, and rock and roll songs about cars. If you do a quick Google search, you’ll find lots of lists of the top 10 and even the top 100 car songs, nearly all of them made between 1956 and ...

There’s a great deal of head-scratching going on regarding solitude and its role in wilderness. It appears that if some people have their way, solitude, as an integral part of wilderness, will go the way of the buggy whip. And sadly, that’s OK with some wilderness advocates. Let me ...