The next Congress should pass a law saying that they will only subject us to these ridiculous and ugly spectacles when the weather is crummy. These past few weeks have been so lovely you want to bottle them and save them for a chilly, rainy October day or for a frosty February night between blizzards.

How is it that some of us are unable to pull back from the abyss while others seem to skate on the edge of self-destructive behavior even when the costs so visibly outweigh any perceived benefits? How is it that someone so talented that the world is begging for more of you seems hell-bent on transforming herself into someone else, anyone else?.

Summertime reading is always different than any other time. Through the cooler and harder working months we get to read in snatches, read while we fall asleep, while we wait for an appointment, and we read mostly what we have to read. In summer there are, if we are lucky, some days given up mostly to absorbing a book.

When the abomination came to pass, I knew immediately the guy to call. Why, God, of course. Things usually get done in Albany by the proverbial three men in a room: the governor, Assembly speaker and Senate majority leader. But this session was a little different.

After all the noise and all of Bob the Builder’s attempts to keep the paperwork a big secret, we learn that the concrete hulk on the edge of the lake has tenants lined up for just a tiny portion of its space, and that the behemoth has none of the fantastic features that made us once again place a bundle of our hopes on this latest Congel enterprise.

Respectable Anthonys nationwide have now taken to asking their friends to call them Tony, all because Twitter is aflutter about a Weiner in the House of Boehner. How can one make sense of New York Rep.

Now that New York state’s moratorium on permits for heavy duty hydrofracking is about to expire, community forums on the many aspects of the natural gas drilling issue are blooming like roses on the roadside. Last week it was a forum put on by a group called Land Stewards of New York, inside the Community Center on Main Street in Fabius.

Grounded in that geography, Jezer, a notquite-retired rabbi, tries to be an optimist, but lately finds himself “totally confused” about the current political state of affairs in the Middle East.

Last year in her State of the City address, Mayor Stephanie Miner took a pre-emptive measure to beef up public confidence in Say Yes to Education. To my mind, Say Yes is hands down the single most important policy initiative aimed at revitalizing the city of Syracuse.

The first I heard was a text message from my son. Then another text message from my other son. Simple words. Osama bin Laden is dead. In the morning, while I scoured the newspaper, young people were posting their reactions on Facebook. Some were celebratory, others somber, most were somewhere in between.