Earlier this year, I was solicited to take part in a Pew Research Center “2022 Survey of Journalists.” It didn’t take long — about 15 minutes — and I was happy to do so. But little did I realize it was as “monumental” as it apparently was.
As we celebrate Father’s Day this weekend, I am mindful of two episodes that made me realize my dad was someone special.
I love asking people this question: So, you’ve got folks coming into the area to visit, where will you take them or what will you do to show off the Finger Lakes region?
One of the first editors I ever worked for as a fledgling cub reporter used to say, “Reporters need to REPORT the news, not BE part of the news.”
I had a professor of Italian at St. John Fisher College who not only was among the best instructors I ever had, but also was among the most memorable.
Other than the facts that our given first name is Michael and we both grew up being called by the nickname Mick, I never really thought I had much in common with Rolling Stones frontman Mick Jagger (oh wait, my friend Diane Kitchen up in Lyons loves both of us too, so there’s that!)
I had a very nice phone conversation with a reader the other day, and I was so glad she called because she was asking about something that I wanted to address in a “Pub Chat” one of these days but hadn’t gotten around to. Until now.
1897 was a different time than 2022, but on this date, April 23, they are connected — at least in the city of Geneva.
If you’re not a particularly religious person, please bear with me on this Easter-related “Pub Chat.” I think you’ll find it worthwhile, or at least I hope so, which, after all, is what Easter is all about. Hope.
Did you catch those national championship basketball games?
Stupendous. Very beautiful. Incredible.
“Regrets, I’ve had a few … ” crooned the late, great Frank Sinatra in his 1969 hit “My Way.”
Just some housekeeping items in this week’s “Pub Chat” on this first weekend of Daylight Savings Time 2022.
A couple of weeks ago, Michael J. Fitzgerald wrote in his weekly Finger Lakes Times “Write On” column about what he called “news deserts.” His focus was the Schuyler County town of Hector, which is struggling to draft new zoning laws, yet has no major news source — newspaper or otherwise — t…
March is known for many things — some good, some bad.
The one thing about writing a weekly column is that some weeks — like this past one, in particular — I have so many things to attend to in my “real” job that sitting down to write a column can get shuffled to the backburner.
Two fairly significant events are coming up in the next few days — and no, I’m not talking about National Crab Rangoon Day or National Cream-Filled Chocolates Day (although those observances actually are today and tomorrow, if you’re keeping score at home).
There’s a humorous internet meme going around these days with a picture of longtime rock-and-roller Neil Young and the following message:
In these snowy, frigid, dark days of mid-winter, I wanted a “Pub Chat” that would remind us all of warmer times, so this is a tale from last summer. It also, by chance, continues a theme of other recent chats: Connections between us, those moments that make us say, “Wow, it really is a small…
We’ll call this one the Great Hearing Aid Caper.
At one point in his young life, Steve Hastings hoped to spend his working career as the manager of a movie house.
I love connections, those serendipitous six degrees of separation, those ties that bind us as human beings even if we don’t learn about them for many years. Or sometimes ever.
As is natural for many in late December, I often find my thoughts drifting ahead to the new year in front of us. I’m not really one for making resolutions — I’ll break them after a couple of weeks anyway, so what’s the point? — but I do wonder what’s in store as we flip the calendar from 202…
There certainly is no shortage of subjects to write about these days — the upcoming holidays; Covid, mask mandates, and the omicron variant; Left vs. Right; development of the former Legion property in Geneva — but last week’s “Pub Chat” drew an unusually large number of comments.
Geneva has a rich baseball history. The problem is, if you’re younger than 30, you probably have no idea of just how rich it is.
Writing is cathartic for me, and so, this column is a little more personal than usual. I think you’ll understand, and being the holiday season, I hope you’ll indulge me.
My wife jokingly refers to me as a “blurbologist.”
The first time I visited San Diego, I remember watching a local weatherman on television and thinking, “That has got to be the cushiest job in America.”
Keith Richards, guitarist, singer and songwriter with the Rolling Stones, has been quoted as saying, “Music is a language that doesn’t speak in particular words. It speaks in emotions, and if it’s in the bones, it’s in the bones.”
If you, like me, are a fan of dessert — and really, who isn’t? — you may not know it, but we lost a real sweet icon recently, a man who was called a “gastronomical star” by the governor of his region in Italy.
Most of us know the phrase “A picture is worth a thousand words.” It may be among the world’s most recognized and oft-repeated proverbs.
Retired Finger Lakes Times Publisher Paul Barrett used to say that politics are a contact sport. In fact, he probably still says it.
A recent Letter to the Editor has created quite a stir, and has drawn at least a half-dozen letters in reply. That’s enough buzz that I thought it would be a good time to devote a “Pub Chat” to the subject of what we often refer to as LTEs.
If you see the words Blue Öyster Cult and think of one of America’s iconic hard rock bands, around since the ’70s and still making music, you’re probably about my age.
Regular readers know Dee Calvasina is a Saturday columnist for us, writing eloquently every month about Deer Haven Park and Seneca County’s globally famous white deer herd in her “Beyond the Fence” pieces.
I have a buddy — Lyons Athletic Hall of Famer and rock drummer extraordinaire Pete Kitchen — who teases me when he doesn’t see a weekend column from me.
The most horrific day in modern American history dawned luxuriously in the Finger Lakes with a deep blue sky and gloriously pleasant late-summer temperatures. Just as it did 300 miles away in New York City.
The world has always had dynasties.
Heard any good conspiracy theories lately?
It was with a bit of trepidation last year that we fired up our annual “Finger Lakes Times Readers’ Choice Awards.” Not because it isn’t a worthwhile project — fun for readers, special for area businesses (especially those that win), and even informative for visitors to our area — but more s…
It was one of those great finds, something you come across when you are looking for something else.
I never fancied myself as having anything in common with composer Andrew Lloyd Webber (other than I’ve seen a few phantoms in my day), or actor Samuel L. Jackson, or supermodel Christie Brinkley.
If It’s Tuesday, This Must Be Belgium” was a 1969 movie that wasn’t particularly acclaimed. And yes, I realize 1969 is ancient history. In fact, I’m not even sure you can get it on Netflix, which is sort of like the modern-day version of the age-old quandary, If a tree falls in the woods and…
As we all continue to navigate these times that are so unprecedented in so many different ways, we continue to search out those moments that give our lives a sense of normalcy. And humor.
The news on the day before Thanksgiving that Diego Armando Maradona had died in his native Argentina caused barely a ripple in the Finger Lakes. Tucked in among stories on COVID-19 surges, vaccines, and politics, NBC’s “Nightly News with Lester Holt” had a short piece on him — which amazed m…
If you are planning on asking friends and family members what they’re thankful for this Thanksgiving, you risk getting yourself a good, swift kick in the shins.
Normally, an afternoon spent raking leaves that numbered in the billions — no, I didn’t count, but it seemed like that many — is not anything that would put a smile on my face or provide some pleasant vibes.
For a small, mostly rural area, the Finger Lakes region has a sports legacy that rings like a game-winning, grand-slam home run in the bottom of the ninth.
If you’ve lived for a length of time in Geneva, chances are you knew — or at least knew of — Cosmo Fospero. He was better known, of course, as Cosie, pronounced Cozzie.