This editorial appears in the June 25 editions of Spotlight Newspapers.
Bad hair day
Frankie’s dad ruffled his hair as he walked by the breakfast table, “Get’n a little long there kid.” A flat spot on one side from sleeping on a wet head, Frankie pushed aside the curls so he could see his Fruit Loops.
Both hands gripping the wheelbarrow, sleep still thick in his head, Frankie twisted to wipe an eye on his sleeve. Never excited about getting up early on a Saturday morning, but for a new bicycle, right now he’d do just about anything.
The following passage was given by Abbe Guillet, Baker high school French teacher, at this year’s Memorial Day observance on May 30 at Veterans Memorial Park, Riverview Cemetery.
“FRANCIS, get down here!” After three times of asking nicely, Annette, Frankie’s mom, deferred to his father to get him downstairs for breakfast. “What’s wrong honey?” she asked as he plopped down next to his younger brother. “I hate school,” Frankie pouted.
To the editor: The purpose of “White Cane Day” is to call attention to some of the international and local sight activities that Lions do to help improve sight and help to prevent and cure blindness. It is also to request small donations to help Lions continue these works.
To the editor: On behalf of the Baldwinsville Optimist Club, I express our appreciation to the Baker High School guidance counselors: Mr. Hollenbeck, Mrs. Pascale, Mrs. Dixon, Ms. Ambrose, Mrs. Foote and Mr. Mancini; and to Ms. Scott, editor of the Baldwinsville Messenger, for the cooperation with which you all gave me for the past two years as we honored 16 exemplary seniors for their academic excellence, extracurricular activities and their in-school and out-of-school community volunteerism.
There has been some good news lately involving dairy and the local economy. New York was recently named the top yogurt producer in the nation. This is the second year our state has earned this distinction, in large part due to the Greek yogurt producers who call New York home. According to the National Agricultural Statistics Service, New York produced 741 million pounds of yogurt, up from 695 million pounds in 2012. New York also accounted for 15.7 percent of the total U.S. yogurt production in 2013.
One of the best parts about living in Central New York is the many outdoor amenities we have right at our fingertips. From the uncomplicated footpaths at Baldwinsville’s Beaver Lake Nature Center to the challenging hikes that Homer’s Spafford Forest offers, Onondaga County alone presents an array of scenic venues for all ages and fitness levels.
I need your help to make bail. No, not that kind of bail. I’ve never been arrested. But I am going to “jail.” I’ve been recruited to help the Muscular Dystrophy Association (MDA) with their annual Lock-Up fundraiser. Such events occur nationwide all year long. Business owners and community leaders (and, apparently, weekly newspaper reporters) agree to be “put behind bars for good.” We’re asked to raise money from friends, family, co-workers and, in your case, readers to help make “bail,” which will then benefit the MDA’s research, medical clinics and summer camp experiences.
My opinion of the New York Safe Ammunition and Firearms Act (SAFE-ACT) is as follows: Lawmakers feel desperate to do something in the wake of violence in American schools and American society in general. I get it. The next time something horrible happens in an American school or workplace, the lawmakers can say they were trying, we have a new law and it will help. It’s not that their hearts are in the wrong place, they have children and families they worry about, too. It’s their reasoning and intellect that is not in the right place.
Shifty’s Bar, off of Burnet Avenue, is a beloved Syracuse institution. Opened in 1969, it boasts live music five nights a week, award-winning chicken wings and has garnered a loyal following. Shifty’s checks off many of the dive bar conventions along with some more premium accoutrements.
The color of envy
Frankie wiped the grease off an open end wrench before dropping it in the toolbox. He’d catch the dickens if his father found any of his tools dirty. With the tool box back in its proper place in the basement, he was ready to give his hodge-podge of a bicycle another try.
“FRANCIS, RONNIE, GET IN HERE!” Frankie’s father yelled out the front door. The two kids were taking their sweet time wandering over from Scrawny’s house. When they finally walked through the door, inside Frankie’s parents were sitting in the living room looking as though they were ready to chew them out for something or other. For the life of him, Frankie couldn’t figure what they had done wrong.
Stein’s, located in Camillus, is a bit of a mixed bag of successes and shortfalls.