Frank L. Palmeri

The last time I took the Red Cross Adult Learn to Swim program was 17 years ago when I was 38.

The other night, I went to the annual roast-beef dinner fundraiser at Bethany Reformed Church.

Now that we're in full winter sports mode, it won't be long before playoffs start. In that vein, I decided to have a playoff of horrible things.

There is a restaurant in downtown Albany called Justin's that my lovely wife and I try to go to at least once a year.

A little over a year ago, I took time off from work to accompany my wife to a doctor’s appointment.

Here's a great word we don't often hear spoken but that we deal with (at least I do) all the time: conundrum.

Hobbies are something you do in your free time for enjoyment or relaxation.

It was Mother’s Day at Hamilton Union Presbyterian Church in Guilderland.

You would think at my advanced middle age — let's just say I'm old enough to know better — I would have tried most everything I'm remotely interested in by now. But, guess what? The other day I ate sardines for the first time in my life. Don't ask me why, I just had the idea that it was time.

When the first new vehicle my lovely wife and I had ever purchased, a red Plymouth Voyager, got T-boned and totaled, we needed a replacement vehicle right away.


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