Probing the real reason why airline passengers are subjected to wishes for a safe journey
This column would not have been possible without my colleague Ed Griffin-Nolan, who bravely wrote in his Nov. 27 Sanity Fair column about his dislike of the widespread use of the phrase “No problem” as a substitute for a simple “You’re welcome.”
A committee of two score and 10 is a recipe for ineffectiveness
As best I can tell, only two 50-member committees exist in the public sector on Planet Earth at this time. One is charged with the fraudulent and ridiculous task of rewriting the Constitution of Egypt, a military dictatorship. The other is right here in Syracuse. It’s a special task force convening through June to revamp the school district’s--no snickering in class, please--disciplinary code.
Gift boxes for three needy souls soften their blows of hard luck
This Thanksgiving, bear in mind that there’s more to the season than binge eating and running up credit card debt. It’s about caring about others, which is why the other day I loaded up my Honda Element with three Thanksgiving gift boxes for three particularly needy souls. I then personally delivered the care packages to their homes in some of scariest neighborhoods in Central New York, including Snooks Pond and Syracuse University.
Reaching out to Toronto’s crackhead mayor could lead to a Ford in our future
Mayor Rob Ford 100 Queen St. W. Toronto, ON M5H 2N2, Canada
Boring kiddie games and gadgets make the cut at Rochester’s National Toy Hall of Fame
You couldn’t have dialed up a duller morning. About 10 o’clock the other day, I found myself in the drive-thru at Tim Horton’s contemplating how Tim’s has superior doughnuts to Dunkin’ Donuts, but inferior muffins. Great thoughts as usual. Then the text alert sounded on my phone.
Election defeat doesn’t end all hope
(Here is the transcript of the semi-concession speech Syracuse mayoral candidate Jeff Kramer gave last night in front of the “Oracle’s Tears” sculpture at Syracuse University.)
Jeff Kramer starts his own non-profit organization
There’s an important lesson in the massive embezzlement case of Manlius United Methodist Church:
If you missed Part I of my groundbreaking series, “Edward Snowden: Like, Where the Hell is He?” (see Oct. 16 issue), you have some serious catching up to do. In summary, I spent the better part of a week in St. Petersburg, Russia, bumbling around in a vain search for the greatest threat to U.S. security since Dennis Rodman, only to be tipped off that Snowden was in Moscow.
A spin of the wheel to find Edward Snowden
When an opportunity to travel to Russia with friends arose last year, I believed I was signing on for a typical vacation: a chance to escape the leaden skies and iron-handed administration of Stephanie Miner for the leaden skies and deepening dictatorship of Vladimir Putin. It sounded like a blast, not much different than a jaunt to Aruba or St. Martin, only with better museums, more potatoes and nuclear weapons.
No one asked me to come up with a personal ‘Best of Syracuse’ list. But no one stopped me either … so here it is:
Best Sandwich As I write this, it’s Friday, and to me that means Bonzai Beef day at the Blue Tusk. I could try to analyze what makes a panini of thin-sliced pot roast, red onion, pepper rings, wasabi herb dressing and havarti and cheddar all on stretch bread so addictive, but that would be like texting your date a description of a rose instead of giving her one. I realize there’s nothing attractive about a grown man who organizes his life around a sandwich. I don’t care.