As I hit my seventies and I realize the number of years I have left here on planet Earth is…
Browsing: Norb’s Corner
In the fifties, my father had a Lightning class sailboat named Claire. We were moored at a dock at a…
I am colorblind. My color blindness makes it difficult for me to read anything color coded such as graphs or…
If I could change the world, I would stop all war. If I could make the world a better place,…
She was a good Catholic girl from the wrong side of the tracks. Pure of heart and mind. She was…
I lament the loss of local newspapers and consider it to be one of our largest threats to our democracy.…
The players: My wife surprised me with a fiftieth birthday party at the Fieldstone restaurant and I secretly vowed to…
I recently received a photograph of a water color done by a local Buffalo artist that she had painted. The…
Nothing shouted summer to me as much as the chaotic excitement that a vacation looming in the future did. Some…
I grew up in Buffalo in the 50’s and early 60’s. It was an entirely different time and place than…