What Pope Francis has released here is not something you can stop
Forty years is a long time, a number especially significant for a man of a biblical faith, and so, 40 years after his ordination, Fred Daley, the only openly gay Roman Catholic priest in the Syracuse Diocese, can be forgiven for believing that the Promised Land might finally be coming into view.
Priorities During Crisis
Ebola hemorrhagic fever doesn’t have a name or a face that we can relate to, or at least it didn’t until Thomas Duncan died Oct. 1 in Texas days after flying in from Liberia. It is believed that Duncan contracted the virus while performing an act of kindness: helping a pregnant 19-year-old woman into a cab so that she could get to a hospital.
Who made the call to send in the helicopter?
Last week, hundreds of people crowded into the auditorium at ESM High School to hear National Guard troops explain how to prepare for a disaster. It was part of Gov. Andrew Cuomo’s push to help us get ready for storms, power outages and other calamities, though judging by the swag bag we all took home — see Jeff Kramer's column here — a reasonable person, or even Kramer, might be tempted to consider it part of the governor’s re-election campaign.
Will we run out of targets?
If you are growing weary of my taking up this space to once again write about Syria and the War on Beheadings, you can blame the check-engine light on my wife’s Subaru.
Another fault line as far as Middle East policy goes
So here is one morning’s sampling of developments in the Middle East:
(Sanity Fair) Did you watch the Foley beheading video?
I did not view the nudie pics of Jennifer Lawrence online. I claim no moral superiority in relation to my digital abstinence. It was a busy week. It also helps when browsing the Web to have a general disdain for celebrity news — and a daughter in her early 20s.
Now they’re at it again
That sound you just heard was the closing of the door on the comment period for the public to offer input on the future of Interstate 81.
Garage sales are all about random.
Kids ran and played with dogs. Adults parked their cars halfway on the lawn. Late 1970’s Stones tunes pumped out the windows. People who didn’t know exactly what they were doing hung out with people they didn’t know, for no good reason at all. There was rummaging, and browsing, and bargains to be had. It was one of those uniquely American events: the late summer garage sale.
(Sanity Fair) “No intelligence failure surrounding the Benghazi attacks”
You remember that moment. The first time you hold your baby in your arms. You pick up the little darling, gaze into his or her eyes, and say, “Someday you can help provide close air support for the Yazidis fleeing ISIS on Mount Sinjar.”
Could the tunnel through Syracuse bridge the gap between Israelis and Palestinians?
Tunnel? Did somebody say tunnel?