A bridge, butterflies, Perry Browne and the Borg


Brian Golden

Let the fun begin on ‘30 Seconds’ (as well as the occasional Letter to the Editor, I’m sure) with today’s announcement of “bridge work ready to commence” in Oxford. And while I understand everyone’s frustration and concern over the extra seven minutes of travel needed to bypass said bridge, I’d think it’s better (and safer, no less) than having the bridge itself collapse due to age and a lack of structural integrity. Just saying.

Personally, it seems pretty simple to me … bridge is kaput … must be fixed … takes time to fix … sorry for the inconvenience … deal with it. Then again, I don’t live in Oxford, so it’s really not going to have much impact on my travels.

It’s official. The butterflies in my stomach are now fully engaged and – I’m sure – not going to go away any time soon. Master Thieves (my Syracuse band for those of you who don’t know) is up for a Sammy Award for Best Blues Album tomorrow night and I’m fairly certain sleep is going to be hard to come by tonight. Regardless, I’ve got my fingers crossed and each and every member of the band is hoping for a win. If not, it’s really not a big deal and we’re all just happy to have been nominated (but I’d still love to hear our collective name called, of course).

As for today’s story on Democracy Week at NHS, I must say I was impressed by senior and president of the Student Government Organization Jamie Zieno’s efforts to get our area representatives into the school for an informative seminar and question-and-answer session. Both Assemblyman Clifford Crouch and Congressman Richard Hanna were also delighted in the turnout and participation, as well. Hopefully, these students will continue to get involved – on every level – and expand their educational opportunities.

This morning (while on deadline, no less), I made my way down to Perry Browne for the annual “Veteran’s Day Parade” the elementary school holds up and down its hallways in honor of our local vets. It’s always a joy to visit my old school and I’m always blown away by how much smaller it seems. Ahh … those were the days, as they say. What’s funny, though, is the fact that I can still remember where each and every classroom of mine was located grades kindergarten through six (not to mention the teachers). A special thanks to Miss Lynn (now Mrs. Hickling), Mrs. Crawford, Mrs. Straight (spelling?), Mrs. Maiurano, Mrs. Fleming, then-Mrs. Exley and Mr. Abbott for putting up with me all those years. In all honesty, I wouldn’t be here writing this blog if it weren’t for all of you.

And now, absolutely hilarious (at least to me) moment of the day. Outside, early this morning, starting the car to warm it up a bit. Looking up, I see a pair of moths (or bugs of some kind … I’m no expert) trying their damnedest to fly up into the street lamp despite the misting rain. All I could think was, “Resistance is futile.”

And yes, I’m quoting Star Trek now … must be Jeff’s influence.