We have come to QUEST and on three separate occasions I have found addicts under the handicap ramp cooking and shooting up.
September — a golden luscious time of the year. The very air you breathe feels different. And the light, that famous Hudson Painterly Light, is pure magic. But like magic, it is brief.
Schenectady has a 65 percent total poverty rate and a kid rate of poverty in the 90 percent range.
This is an entire life. Each child belongs to all of us.
Schenectady might, though really might, make it as a small town. A personal destination for the people who live here and play here and raise their families here.
Let me tell you about Tuesday at QUEST, a fine day, a good day until it came time to leave.
And there it is staring me in the face, “Ubuntu,” I am because we are.
“Negativity rooted not in fact but in some strange need to find personal solace in the perceived faults of others." —Joe Piazza
I am starting this blog with the experiment I didn’t know was happening.
Snowdrops and jonquils and crocuses, oh my, robins and red squirrels, and strange birds, oh boy.