The move at work


We’ve been told that we are moving our offices (O.K., movers are coming) on May 12. Having been around for a few years, I would not be shocked if this actually took place a day or two earlier or a couple days later.

That said, my new mailing address will be:

NYS SBDC
SUNY Plaza
Corporate Woods Building, 3rd Floor
Albany, NY 12246-0001

For deliveries from FedEx or UPS or other vendors the actual physical address for the new location will be:

NYS SBDC
22 Corporate Woods Blvd., 3rd floor
Colonie, NY 12211

If you are mailing anything to me, I’ve been told that the items will be forwarded. Still, you might consider NOT mailing anything that won’t reach me by May 8 until after May 15.

I usually give out my work mailing address for packages. It’s not a matter of privacy. It’s the fact that we don’t have a mailbox at the house, we have a mail slot, and a small one at that. Often, packages are left on the porch.

I’m supposed to have the same e-mail address at work, but it will be disrupted at least temporarily at some point. You may wish to e-mail me at home pretty much from May 10 to May 16 if you really want to be sure that I read what you sent in a timely fashion. I tend to look at my work e-mail more, but I will make a concerted effort to pay more attention to the home e-mail that week.

Also, the main phone number, 518 443-5398, will remain the same, but I BELIEVE I’ll have a different exchange, or totally separate number in the new place. Details on this, like so many other aspects of this move, are sketchy at best.
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I was up in the attic bring down stuff we were going to pass on to friends of ours, parents of a daughter about a year younger than Lydia, when I came across a file with newspaper clippings. To my surprise, there was one I missed (!) when I wrote about it recently, the August 14, 1998 item. If you wish, you can answer here the question that the newspaper writer asked, which was about the worst TV show ever.
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A couple interesting posts I read this week both about youth and class distinctions:

Rethinking … The Emerging White Underclass

The TV show My Super Sweet 16, something I wrote about myself last October. Apparently, it’s as obnoxious as ever.

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Teaching the Bible in the School


There was a piece on ABC News a couple weeks ago about teaching the Bible in school, not in an attempt to convert, but rather as teaching about a book (or a Book, if you prefer) that has had great impact on American society. I found a 1974 article here suggesting that the Supreme Court rulings in the 1960s did NOT prohibit teaching about the Bible in school, only limited the manner in which it could be taught. This piece lays out the limitations as well.

There are a couple book publishers that provide textbooks for this purpose. This one has a self-proclaimed conservative agenda, while this one claims to be fair-minded.

So, being the curious librarian that I am, I was hoping that you can answer a couple questions for me:

1) Should the Bible, or Christianity, be taught in public schools?

2) Can the Bible, or Christianity, be taught in public schools objectively, without trying to “convert” the students?

3) What else should be taught in public schools? The Koran? Islam? Maybe some comparative religions course?

Downtown


(Pet Clark in my head.)

I’ve been working in downtown Albany for the past 13 years. This is what I’ll miss:

* Lunch with friends
* The variety of places to go out to lunch with friends: sandwich shops, Chinese restaurants, pizza places, diner-type places, bar food type places, the new sushi place, the place that sells gyros (a Greek woman I knew preferred the 2nd or 3rd pronunciation of the 2nd definition). That doesn’t include the street vendors up by the Capitol half the year, with even more selections.
* Shopping at Lodge’s, Albany’s Oldest Store.
* The Farmer’s Market, about 1/3 of a block away in the good weather, indoors and just up the hill in the winter
* Riding my bike to work when Carol’s not teaching (and she takes Lydia to daycare)
* The gaudy Christmas lights on the State Street median
* My bank and my credit union a block or two away
* My eye doctor and my dentist a couple blocks away
* The vendors in the stores I got to know
* The buskers on the corners
* Watching the folks go to the nearby Arena and try to guess what event they were attending, strictly by the age and apparel of the attendees
* Donating blood every eight weeks, and at a place where everyone DOES know my name, such as Shirley, who runs the canteen
* The easy access to the walking/riding path by the river
* A quick bus trip to my doctor, Lydia’s doctor, or Lydia’s day care
* Several bus options home, rather than one
* The ability to stay later because I had so many options home, rather than one

There are probably more, but that’ll do for now.
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Akeelah and the Bee opens today. It’s on my list of films to see.

Q's 50 Worst Albums


I read about this on Greg’s site, and he commented briefly, but whereas he had only a couple of the “offending” discs, including a really dubious choice, Beck’s Midnight Vultures, I have…several.

I should note that I think they mean worst in the sense that either the artists are capable of much more and/or it sold a lot. It’s like when Ebert and Roeper picked Deuce Bigelow, European Gigilo and The Dukes of Hazzard as the worst movies of last year, they not going to pick some C-budget piece, but rather the studio follies.
There is an album on the list –
38. Chris Rea – The Road To Hell Pt2, which I realized I had confused with an album he did called The Road To Hell, which I couldn’t believe was on the list. And it wasn’t.

Albums I own on the list:

17. Bob Dylan & The Grateful Dead – Dylan And The Dead
OK, this IS a really boring album. “Joey” , which seemed long on Dylan’s “Hurricane” album, seems interminable here. As one Amazon reviewer called it, an “unbelievable sloppy mess”. Belongs on the list.

25. The Cranberries – To The Faithful Departed
This one that Greg and I both own. While not my favorite of the three Cranberries’ albums I have, I thought there were some good, powerful tunes. Doesn’t belong.

28. The Rolling Stones – Dirty Work
I have this on cassette. This isn’t even the Stones’ worst album, has a couple hits. Not great, but doesn’t belong on the list.

31. Stevie Wonder – Woman In Red
I own most of Stevie’s albums since 1970, but I must admit I seldom play this one I have on vinyl, which features the treacly “I Just Called to Say I Love You” and actually, I have no idea what else without actually pulling it out. Oh, there’s one decent song, but it probably belongs on the list.

41. Paul Simon – Songs From The Capeman OST
I also have lots of Paul Simon, and this piece, a Broadway musical which tells the story about a murder, is one that I play the least, because it doesn’t really have Paul’s voice. It just didn’t work for me. In its favor, some of the doowop and Latin rhythms. The song “Killer Wants to Go to College” refers to my alma mater, New Paltz. That said, probably does not belong on the list.

43. The Traveling Wilburys – Vol 3
I’m actually quite fond of this album. So it’s not as good as the first one – it’s still fun! No way it belongs on the list! I do so love The Wilbury Twist:
Put your hand on your head
Put your foot in the air
Then you hop around the room
In your underwear
Ain’t ever been nothin quite like this
Come on baby do the Wilbury twist

Q’s 50 Worst Albums


I read about this on Greg’s site, and he commented briefly, but whereas he had only a couple of the “offending” discs, including a really dubious choice, Beck’s Midnight Vultures, I have…several.

I should note that I think they mean worst in the sense that either the artists are capable of much more and/or it sold a lot. It’s like when Ebert and Roeper picked Deuce Bigelow, European Gigilo and The Dukes of Hazzard as the worst movies of last year, they not going to pick some C-budget piece, but rather the studio follies.
There is an album on the list –
38. Chris Rea – The Road To Hell Pt2, which I realized I had confused with an album he did called The Road To Hell, which I couldn’t believe was on the list. And it wasn’t.

Albums I own on the list:

17. Bob Dylan & The Grateful Dead – Dylan And The Dead
OK, this IS a really boring album. “Joey” , which seemed long on Dylan’s “Hurricane” album, seems interminable here. As one Amazon reviewer called it, an “unbelievable sloppy mess”. Belongs on the list.

25. The Cranberries – To The Faithful Departed
This one that Greg and I both own. While not my favorite of the three Cranberries’ albums I have, I thought there were some good, powerful tunes. Doesn’t belong.

28. The Rolling Stones – Dirty Work
I have this on cassette. This isn’t even the Stones’ worst album, has a couple hits. Not great, but doesn’t belong on the list.

31. Stevie Wonder – Woman In Red
I own most of Stevie’s albums since 1970, but I must admit I seldom play this one I have on vinyl, which features the treacly “I Just Called to Say I Love You” and actually, I have no idea what else without actually pulling it out. Oh, there’s one decent song, but it probably belongs on the list.

41. Paul Simon – Songs From The Capeman OST
I also have lots of Paul Simon, and this piece, a Broadway musical which tells the story about a murder, is one that I play the least, because it doesn’t really have Paul’s voice. It just didn’t work for me. In its favor, some of the doowop and Latin rhythms. The song “Killer Wants to Go to College” refers to my alma mater, New Paltz. That said, probably does not belong on the list.

43. The Traveling Wilburys – Vol 3
I’m actually quite fond of this album. So it’s not as good as the first one – it’s still fun! No way it belongs on the list! I do so love The Wilbury Twist:
Put your hand on your head
Put your foot in the air
Then you hop around the room
In your underwear
Ain’t ever been nothin quite like this
Come on baby do the Wilbury twist

Q’s 50 Worst Albums


I read about this on Greg’s site, and he commented briefly, but whereas he had only a couple of the “offending” discs, including a really dubious choice, Beck’s Midnight Vultures, I have…several.

I should note that I think they mean worst in the sense that either the artists are capable of much more and/or it sold a lot. It’s like when Ebert and Roeper picked Deuce Bigelow, European Gigilo and The Dukes of Hazzard as the worst movies of last year, they not going to pick some C-budget piece, but rather the studio follies.
There is an album on the list –
38. Chris Rea – The Road To Hell Pt2, which I realized I had confused with an album he did called The Road To Hell, which I couldn’t believe was on the list. And it wasn’t.

Albums I own on the list:

17. Bob Dylan & The Grateful Dead – Dylan And The Dead
OK, this IS a really boring album. “Joey” , which seemed long on Dylan’s “Hurricane” album, seems interminable here. As one Amazon reviewer called it, an “unbelievable sloppy mess”. Belongs on the list.

25. The Cranberries – To The Faithful Departed
This one that Greg and I both own. While not my favorite of the three Cranberries’ albums I have, I thought there were some good, powerful tunes. Doesn’t belong.

28. The Rolling Stones – Dirty Work
I have this on cassette. This isn’t even the Stones’ worst album, has a couple hits. Not great, but doesn’t belong on the list.

31. Stevie Wonder – Woman In Red
I own most of Stevie’s albums since 1970, but I must admit I seldom play this one I have on vinyl, which features the treacly “I Just Called to Say I Love You” and actually, I have no idea what else without actually pulling it out. Oh, there’s one decent song, but it probably belongs on the list.

41. Paul Simon – Songs From The Capeman OST
I also have lots of Paul Simon, and this piece, a Broadway musical which tells the story about a murder, is one that I play the least, because it doesn’t really have Paul’s voice. It just didn’t work for me. In its favor, some of the doowop and Latin rhythms. The song “Killer Wants to Go to College” refers to my alma mater, New Paltz. That said, probably does not belong on the list.

43. The Traveling Wilburys – Vol 3
I’m actually quite fond of this album. So it’s not as good as the first one – it’s still fun! No way it belongs on the list! I do so love The Wilbury Twist:
Put your hand on your head
Put your foot in the air
Then you hop around the room
In your underwear
Ain’t ever been nothin quite like this
Come on baby do the Wilbury twist

The Lydster, Part 25: Ouch!


As she grows, Lydia gets more bold. So, it was a bit of a tough month. She was having sleepless night, four in a row last week, one attributable to thunder, but the rest to I don’t know what.

Then she was climbing out of her chair and landed face first on the floor.

Finally, she was running on the sidewalk outside and landed face first on the sidewalk. She scraped her knee and cut her philtrum and possibly her lip, as you can tell in some of these pictures. She looked like the loser of a pugilistic event.

But she continues to grow and develop. One day, I was trying to get her to cover her mouth when she coughs. I pretended to cough and covered my mouth. Then she started coughing, quite a bit. I asked her was really coughing or pretending. She said, “‘tending.”

She likes to dance…

…though it DID tire her out, not to mention her doll.

Here she’s waiting for the bus. Which reminds me: we were taking the city bus to the day care, when the driver was complaining to another passenger what a “piece of s***” his vehicle was. But when we got off at our stop, the bus driver apologized to me. I appreciated that. She’ll hear all sorts of language soon enough; right now, I want her to pick up the more standard English terms.

Happy 25 months, Lydia. I love you.
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Since it appears on our church website, I suppose it’s no longer a secret who our new pastor will be. Or more correctly, co-pastors.

“Riding”


In college, my friend Candid Yam and I used to frequent the Plaza Diner, so named because it was located in New Paltz Plaza. There was only one shopping mall at the time in the whole town.

We befriended this waitress, an older woman, probably younger than I am now. We discovered that she was a singer with the Sweet Adelines. It’s “barbershop quartet” singing by women.

CY and I decided to see her perform in Manhattan. Hitchhiking from New Paltz to NYC was easy in 1976. CY was going to be in Florida for spring break, but would meet me there.

I saw the performances, which were entertaining enough. And I even got to hang out with our waitress friend and her colleagues for a time. But no CY.

Here’s the deal: I didn’t have enough money to get home, as I was expecting to ride back with CY. I didn’t own a credit card at the time, and I was too proud to ask my waitress friend for a loan.

Hitchhiking from midtown Manhattan to New Paltz in the middle of the night was impossible. (I must not even have had subway money, for if I had, I’d have taken the subway uptown, to the northernmost point -I think it’s the 4 train.)

So now it’s 1:30 in the morning and I’m walking around 42nd Street and 8th Avenue, when this waif of a young woman says to me. “Wanna go for a ride?”
I said, “Beg your pardon?”
She scurries into the subway entrance she’s standing in front of.

But over the next few blocks, the women I ran into weren’t so shy at all, offering me…well, all sorts of things. This was Times Square before the cleanup, before the Disneyfication.

Of course, I wasn’t interested, but even if I were (and I wasn’t – I think I mentioned that), I ddn’t even have money to go home, let alone to go off with one of these ladies.

I crossed the George Washington Bridge. If you ever find yourself walking across the narrow walkway of the GW, please note that there were, at least at the time, gaps in the path, not big enough to fall to one’s death, but large enough to get one’s foot caught in the many gaping holes. It was a tedious and nervewracking part of the trip.

Finally, I get across, and now I’m in New Jersey, and I eventually hitchhike home, but it’s an indirect route and the trip took about 7 hours, including the walking, compared with the hour and a half to get there. CY was delayed on the way back from Florida, and now I have at least a credit card that would avoid a similar situation.

The date I got home was 30 years ago today. I didn’t remember that, but rather figured it out, for what I DID recall was that it was the night the clocks changed to Daylight Saving Time, which, in those days, was the last Sunday in April.

What reminded me of this was that that last month, I had taught a class on Marketing Resources in Schenectady, the neighboring city to Albany. I went out to State Street (Route 5) around 9 p.m. to wait for the #55 bus that would take me back home. I could see that the bus was about four blocks away. This young woman in her car motions to me. I thought that perhaps she was seeking directions. Instead, she asked me, “Do you ride?” Not “Do you want a ride?” but the very peculiar phraseology “Do you ride?” Had it not been for the previous experience, I’m not sure that I would have understood her intent, but as it was, I said, “No thanks, my bus is coming.”

So every three decades or so, I get to run into women of a certain profession. At this rate, I should hit on again in February 2036.

"Riding"


In college, my friend Candid Yam and I used to frequent the Plaza Diner, so named because it was located in New Paltz Plaza. There was only one shopping mall at the time in the whole town.

We befriended this waitress, an older woman, probably younger than I am now. We discovered that she was a singer with the Sweet Adelines. It’s “barbershop quartet” singing by women.

CY and I decided to see her perform in Manhattan. Hitchhiking from New Paltz to NYC was easy in 1976. CY was going to be in Florida for spring break, but would meet me there.

I saw the performances, which were entertaining enough. And I even got to hang out with our waitress friend and her colleagues for a time. But no CY.

Here’s the deal: I didn’t have enough money to get home, as I was expecting to ride back with CY. I didn’t own a credit card at the time, and I was too proud to ask my waitress friend for a loan.

Hitchhiking from midtown Manhattan to New Paltz in the middle of the night was impossible. (I must not even have had subway money, for if I had, I’d have taken the subway uptown, to the northernmost point -I think it’s the 4 train.)

So now it’s 1:30 in the morning and I’m walking around 42nd Street and 8th Avenue, when this waif of a young woman says to me. “Wanna go for a ride?”
I said, “Beg your pardon?”
She scurries into the subway entrance she’s standing in front of.

But over the next few blocks, the women I ran into weren’t so shy at all, offering me…well, all sorts of things. This was Times Square before the cleanup, before the Disneyfication.

Of course, I wasn’t interested, but even if I were (and I wasn’t – I think I mentioned that), I ddn’t even have money to go home, let alone to go off with one of these ladies.

I crossed the George Washington Bridge. If you ever find yourself walking across the narrow walkway of the GW, please note that there were, at least at the time, gaps in the path, not big enough to fall to one’s death, but large enough to get one’s foot caught in the many gaping holes. It was a tedious and nervewracking part of the trip.

Finally, I get across, and now I’m in New Jersey, and I eventually hitchhike home, but it’s an indirect route and the trip took about 7 hours, including the walking, compared with the hour and a half to get there. CY was delayed on the way back from Florida, and now I have at least a credit card that would avoid a similar situation.

The date I got home was 30 years ago today. I didn’t remember that, but rather figured it out, for what I DID recall was that it was the night the clocks changed to Daylight Saving Time, which, in those days, was the last Sunday in April.

What reminded me of this was that that last month, I had taught a class on Marketing Resources in Schenectady, the neighboring city to Albany. I went out to State Street (Route 5) around 9 p.m. to wait for the #55 bus that would take me back home. I could see that the bus was about four blocks away. This young woman in her car motions to me. I thought that perhaps she was seeking directions. Instead, she asked me, “Do you ride?” Not “Do you want a ride?” but the very peculiar phraseology “Do you ride?” Had it not been for the previous experience, I’m not sure that I would have understood her intent, but as it was, I said, “No thanks, my bus is coming.”

So every three decades or so, I get to run into women of a certain profession. At this rate, I should hit on again in February 2036.

Times Union's 150th birthday


My local newspaper, the Times Union, is celebrating its 150th anniversary. They ran a series of articles all last week, and will have periodic pieces throughout the rest of the year. Starting at the beginning of this year, they’ve sought assistance on the project:

“We’re looking for people who have preserved moments from their own histories as told through the pages of the Times Union. Have a scrapbook of newspaper clippings? Saved a memorable copy of the Times Union? We’d like to hear from you.
“We’d also like to hear from collectors, historians and former employees who can help us tell our story.”

You know I do have some clippings SOMEWHERE, and one whole newspaper (more on that anon), but I never got around to going up to the basement and scouting out what they wanted.

In an act of contrition, I went to their website and found all of the references to me in their archives. Ths was not as easy as it seems, for there is a member of the State Assembly named Roger L. Green, so I had to wade through clippings about him – and there were a lot, especially because he was forced to resign his seat over a travel reimbursement scandal, then got elected again.

Also, the archives don’t start until 1986, so it is missing almost all of the stories for which I was quoted talking about the comic book store at which I worked, FantaCo. They used to do one of those “Pow! Bam!” stories about every two years, so there are at least two, and probably three or more stories from 1980-1985 not represented here.

Here’s what I found:

ALBANY BUSINESS STAKES FATE ON FRIGHT FANS
MONDAY, May 2, 1988 Page: D1
Zeroing in on the zombie market, Screamin’ Products Inc., a company that develops and sells model-figure kits, has found its market niche among fright-film fanatics. The company – incorporated in October – was founded by Albany natives Daniel Fay and
Richard Hamecher.
Complete article, 721 words
This is the one FantaCo story I did find. We sold a LOT of Freddy Krueger stuff, and I noted the character’s popularity in our store/mail order.

AND NOW, THE READERS’ CHOICES FOR AMERICAN TELEVISION AWARDS
Friday, May 28, 1993 Page: C10
Talk to me, folks. That’s what I asked you to do, and you came through.
Complete article, 794 words.

I think I wrote a lot of stuff but they only used this:
Supporting Actor, Comedy — Michael Richards of “Seinfeld” (“I realized how gifted he was in a commercial for NBC’s Thursday night lineup when he was just being Kramer in his underpants and it cracked me up.”). Variety — “Saturday Night Live” (“got me through the election.”)

YESTERDAY ORIGINAL FANS REMEMBER THE FUN AND FRENZY OVER THE FAB FOUR THE BEATLES.
Sunday, November 19, 1995 Page: I1
The Beatles, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
Complete article, 2206 words

I talked about my sisters, our neighbor and me lipsynching to Beatles VI.

‘FREE AS A BIRD’ GETS GOOD REVIEWS
Tuesday, November 21, 1995 Page: C1
Callers to Times Union’s SourceLine overwhelmingly approved of the Beatles’ reunion recording “Free as a Bird.” The count was 123 to 10.
Complete article, 1166 words

I said nice things about it.

REMEMBERING ELVIS RECOLLECTIONS OF THE LIFE AND MUSIC OF THE KING ARE SWEETENED THROUGH THE AGES FOR LOYAL FANS
Saturday, August 16, 1997 Page: C1
Thanks to everyone who sent in reminiscences of Elvis and helped us pay homage to him today, the 20th anniversary of his death. We regret space limitations prevent us from running everyone’s accounts. Elvis may be gone, but long live the King of Rock ‘n’ Roll!
Complete article, 3437 words

My section began, “My father hated Elvis.”

‘DHARMA & GREG’ HAS HIDDEN MESSAGE
Wednesday, October 1, 1997 Page: D7
The new TV season is only in its second week, but already there has been a noteworthy sighting of minutiae — an insider’s joke during the end credits of ABC’s “Dharma and Greg.”
Complete article, 753 words
I was going to watch this new ABC show at 9 pm, but just as I was getting ready, my friend Lillian called. So I quickly videotaped the show and played it back at 9:30. As I came to the end credits, I saw some words on the screen for about two seconds, too fast to read it all. I noted this to the TU TV reporter at the time, Rob Owen, and made a point to tape it the following week. My discovery was in the paper a full two weeks before I read about it in Entertainment Weekly. My claim to fame.

SOME FLAKY TALES ABOUT A REALLY FLAKY TIME
Saturday, October 4, 1997 Page: A6
It was more than a storm; it was a touchstone. The Capital Region has endured its share of severe weather, from blizzards to severe windstorms to even the occasional tornado and hurricane. This one wasn’t even the worst.
Complete article, 2014 words

There was a freak snowstorm in Albany on October 4, 1987. Remind me to write about it on October 4, 2007. The TU could not be printed at their plant because they lacked power, so they took the files to the Troy Record and printed the paper there, in the Record’s font. I have this paper SOMEWHERE.

FANTACO WAS ONE TO COIN `SPLATTER’ TERM
Sunday, December 21, 1997 Page: I2
To the Arts Editor: Amy Biancolli’s story about John McCarty (“Mad About Movies,” Arts, Dec. 7), was especially interesting to me.
Complete article, 102 words

The book Splatter Movies, written by McCarty, was published by FantaCo in 1983. When St. Martin’s Press reprinted it a few years later, Tom at FantaCo told me that we had registered the term Splatter Movies TM, so we got money for the St. Martin’s edition.

“HIGHWAYS” TAKES TEACHER TO EMMYS
Friday, August 14, 1998 Page: D1
SARATOGA SPRINGS — The Emmy Award nominees this year are the usual batch of glittering names. David Duchovny. Helen Hunt. Jack Lemmon. Tom Hanks. Thomas Lewis. You heard right, Thomas Lewis. The racing crowd aside, Saratoga Springs and the campus of Skidmore College is about as far removed as you are going to get from Hollywood, but this professor is becoming a regular in Emmy circles.
Complete article, 723 words.
The sidebar piece was TU TV guy Mark McGuire following up on ‘the worst TV shows ever question he had posed the previous month.
No consensus emerged, although ‘Jerry Springer’ received the most votes. However, the most inspired submission came from Roger Green of Albany.

“After the movie ‘Animal House’ came out in 1978, all three of the networks put out dopey college-kids-as-hedonists shows,” Green wrote. “The worst, as I recall, was ‘Co-Ed Fever’. (CBS) broadcast but one episode.

McGuire noted ‘Brothers and Sisters’ (less than half a season on CBS), and ‘Delta House’ (three months on ABC, with Michelle Pfeiffer).

A: ‘JEOPARDY!’ CITY; Q: WHAT IS ALBANY?
Thursday, November 12, 1998 Page: D7
Maybe it’s the water. Maybe it’s because of the many colleges around town. Or maybe we don’t have a clue. Whatever it is, Capital Region players do well on “Jeopardy!”
Complete article, 741 words.
This was about a woman named Linda Zusman winning $12,000 a couple months earlier, and,
er, me winning $17,600 on a show that aired a couple nights before this article appeared.

GUILTY PLEASURES RECORD COLLECTIONS FILLED WITH MUSICAL SECRETS
Thursday, July 1, 1999 Page: P4
OK, OK, I’m overwhelmed by all of the secret Abba fans who have come out of the closet in the weeks since my “guilty pleasures” column.
Complete article, 1442 words

Don’t remember what I wrote! But I do like ABBA in limited doses.

A ‘JEOPARDY!’ WINNER
Wednesday, September 15, 1999 Page: D5
The Capital Region has this “Jeopardy!” thing knocked. A software engineer who is also a paramedic in Guilderland won $3,400 on “Jeopardy!” in a show that aired Monday night.
Complete article, 185 words
I called this guy, as I probably mentioned before. He was very disappointed that he didn’t win more. But I told him that at least he can always say he was a J champ. Of course, the article had to mention Linda and me.

STRIKE MAY HURT TV PLOTS
Friday, April 13, 2001 Page: D1
First, the good news: There could be no “Two Guys and Girl” next fall.
Complete article, 717 words
Yet another local JEOPARDY! winner, and another recap.

HBO FINDS PAYDIRT IN ‘6 FEET UNDER’
Friday, June 1, 2001 Page: D1
Complete article, 889 words
Ditto.

EXTREME CAUTION NEEDED TO CROSS STREET DOWNTOWN
Friday, April 12, 2002 Page: A10
As someone who works downtown, I was wondering what that bizarre noise was. Ah, the audible Albany crosswalk signals! (I did eventually figure it out.)
Complete article, 252 words

Letter to the editor about the new crosswalk WALK signs at Pearl and State Street in Albany. I also wrote about the dangerously stupid walk sign sequence just below the state Capitol, at Eagle and State Streets. Not long after that – maybe a couple months – they changed the WALK lights to a much safer sequence. Did my letter make a difference? I don’t know.

MEDIA
Thursday, May 16, 2002 Page: P39
BEST LOCAL COLUMNIST (NOT WORKING FOR THE TIMES UNION, NATCH) Al Quaglieri, Metroland. Every week, Quaglieri finds a new way to incisively highlight life’s absurdities and annoyances. What annoys us is that he does it so well writing his column only as a part-time gig. BEST GAME SHOW FOR CAPITAL REGION CONTESTANTS What is “Jeopardy!”? (7:30 p.m. weekdays, WTEN Ch. 10).
Complete article, 550 words
Yet another Jeopardy! recap, this in a “Best of” column.

POET’S CORNER HAIKU WRITERS SHOW THEY’RE WELL VERSED IN THE MUSIC SCENE
Thursday, August 7, 2003 Page: P4
A few weeks ago, this column featured a collection of musician haiku poetry, and I invited readers to weigh in with a few of their own — sticking to the traditional Japanese form of five syllables in the first line, seven in the second and five again in the third. As expected, the resulting poems were wonderfully diverse.
Complete article, 1140 words
Sarge Blotto, er, Greg Haymes has a column in the Preview (arts) section of the paper and wrote: “Roger Green captured the eternal hope of local bands with:
Where’s the record guy?
Said he’d catch our gig tonight,
Make us all big stars.

CALENDAR
Sunday, March 7, 2004 Page: C3
MONDAY MEETINGS Women in Business Committees WHERE:Kimberly’s, A Day Spa, Route 9, Latham WHEN: 5:30 p.m. COST: Free CONTACT: 456-6611 or 785-6995 NOTES: The Guilderland, Bethlehem, Latham Area and Southern Saratoga Chambers of Commerce groups will hold a joint evening of relaxation and networking.
Complete article, 926 words.
I taught a class in marketing at the Learning Network that month; didn’t know it was in the paper until I looked this up.

WHICH ‘JEOPARDY!’ CONTESTANT SEEMS UNSTOPPABLE?BY MARK MCGUIRE STAFF WRITER
Tuesday, July 6, 2004 Page: D1
We don’t blame Ken Jennings for what he’s done to “Jeopardy!” But we do hate him.
Complete article, 664 words.
The Times Union TV critic Mark McGuire, had tired of the reign of Ken Jennings, so he called me for some quotes. (I noted that I was “bored” with him.) He told me later that he took some heat from some J viewers over that column, Ken fans who thought Mark was jealous, or worse.

ALL THOSE BAD SONGS SAY SO MUCH
Wednesday, May 12, 2004 Page: D8
“Sister Christian,”
Complete article, 755 words
I remember I made special mention of “The Men in My Little Girl’s Life” by Mike Douglas, which went to #6 in ’66 (666- sign of the devil). Also dissed “We Bilked This City” by Starship.

BIRTHS
Sunday, May 23, 2004 Page: B3
Complete article, 1142 words

About two months after the fact.

STATE WILL CALL THE TUNES IN SETTLEMENT WINDFALL
Friday, March 5, 2004 Page: B1
Complete article, 41 words
I got some REALLY small check ($2.99 or so) for some record industry malfesance.

Glorious music ready for most joyous day
Churches will resound with sacred Easter sounds
Friday, March 25, 2005 Page: A1

A soaring trumpet note. The rumble of a timpani. The soulful flow of ancient lyrics chanted in Latin. For the Christian faithful, nothing expresses the joy of Easter’s message of resurrection and light at the culmination of Holy Week as powerfully as making glorious music.
Complete article, 862 words
This is last year’s Good Friday story I aluded to recently. Don’t think I was mentioned, but the picture was captioned. Incidentally, a picture of several choir members, including myself, also appeared in the paper about three Advent seasons ago, but the individuals were not specifically identified.

Region gets a census surprise
Number of Hispanic-owned businesses drops 9 percent locally while growing in nation
Wednesday, March 22, 2006 Page: E1
The number of Hispanic-owned businesses in the Capital Region fell more than 9 percent from 1997 to 2002, even while it surged 31 percent nationally, according to a U.S. Census Bureau report released Tuesday. Local business officials expressed surprise at the findings.
Complete article, 477 words.

I’m quoted in this, as I’m sure I mentioned.

If for some obscure reason, you want more details on any of these stories, please let me know. Except for the haiku, for which WYSIWYG.