Just a normal, beautiful Thursday afternoon...during rush hour.
I was going about my regular day. Actually, it was a rare event that I was simply heading home after work without having something to get to last night. Alas, I still take the same route: Central Avenue to I-87 to Alternate Rt 7 to 787 and beyond.
My commute came to a rough, smokey halt by the Boght Rd overpass on alternate Rt7.
I moved into my home in the Fall of 2010.
It's a neighborhood where, typically the homes are passed down generation to generation. I've been surrounded by a lot of older folk because of that, which I truly enjoy. It makes for a safe, quiet community.
Across the street was a man that I've
This weekend commemorates an anniversary that still sends chills through my spine. It's a day that I think changed a lot of us, especially here in the Capital Region. So close to home, it was inevitable to feel the impact all around us.