To live in Buffalo, NY is not an easy thing, it’s a strange, yet wonderful, place, but it’s not easy. There is the weather, of course, but there’s also the poverty and an undercurrent of generational racism that runs through the streets like the Niagara River and a chasm between the haves and have-nots wider than the Gorge. Yet, yet, when it comes to bringing us together there are two constants: being the perpetual underdog, and the Buffalo Bills. Having just written that, I guess the two things are one. We are a community, and a team, of underdogs. The…
Author: Jeff Wilber
Jeff Wilber
Jeff Wilber has written FOR the stage, screen, page and ON many a bathroom wall. He currently works as a drug and alcohol peer advocate and lives on the Westside with his incredibly patient wife and a bevy of incredibly impatient rescued furry beasts.
It’s just midnight on January 5th and the snow is falling gracefully, yet sometimes sideways, on the empty streets. The holidays will officially come to a crashing end in a few short hours as the school buses hit the slushy streets and folks all over town have to grab their Timmy Ho’s from an angry drive thru and head back to their work-a-day lives. To what passes for some semblance of normalcy. Some of us will take with us our resolutions for the New Year. Made in the heat of revelry, but based in the changes we wish to make…
I haven’t been doing the Santa thing long. Only my second year this year. How I fell into it happened rather quickly – an old friend, who is the administrator at a local church, called me mid-December last year. Their Santa cancelled at the last minute and would I fill in? At first I was reluctant. I’m no angel and definitely no Santa. But she was persuasive. Finally, sure! Why not. I’m a big personality, a big guy – wouldn’t need much padding. It’d be a hoot! Ho-ho-ho and all that muckity-muck. I went and picked up a borrowed suit,…