I’m going to ride the Lake Ontario wave for this week’s “Reminiscing.” No pun intended. Well, maybe just a little bit. My waves will not be nearly as destructive as the waves on the lake right now, though. No, I thought I might talk just a little bit about some of those days I spent on the lake as a kid.
Showing posts with label Lake Ontario. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lake Ontario. Show all posts
Sunday, April 23, 2017
Friday, April 21, 2017
The Mighty Lake Ontario in 1973
With Niagara County declaring a state of emergency over
rising water levels in Lake Ontario yesterday, reference was made to the 1973 lake
levels that caused major damage along the lakeshore. The current levels are very close to those
heady days in the late winter of 1973. What happened back then? How much damage
was done? Who out there remembers those days?
Thursday, April 13, 2017
These Old Walkin' Shoes: On the Road Again
This week is Spring Break for Wendy and the kids. We try to take the girls to a museum or something for a day trip when we have breaks like this. We’ve gone to the Strong Museum in Rochester, the Buffalo Museum of Science, and some other local attractions. This time, we made plans to go a little bit farther than normal. We were going to take the girls to the Women's Rights National Historic Park in Seneca Falls.
Friday, October 21, 2016
These Old Walkin' Shoes: If You Could Read My Mind
A couple months ago, I wrote about the Guns of Seneca, which were the strange booms that occasionally happen around here. In continuing in that same vein, I had a flashback to the summers of my youth and the mysteries I saw over Lake Ontario while it was cloaked in darkness of those warm nights. I'm talking about the lights on the lake. If you live near the lake, you might already know what I'm about to tell you.
Sunday, May 1, 2016
REMINISCING: Ready for a Sunday Drive?
Well, the weather is finally starting to get nice after a very odd start to the month of April. With the sun shining today as I type this, I can’t help but think of those days when I was a kid and dad said it was time to go for a ride. Where were we going? Who were we going to see? No one really knew, but we were going out as a family for a Sunday drive.