Canton’s roots are blue collar, through and through. The neighborhood sprouted in the late 1800s to house a surge of European immigrants. Many worked factory jobs at the National Brewing Company, the American Can Company, and Bethlehem Steel. Continue reading
Wherever there is hardship in this world, there is someone else who’s trying to help. Be it oppression or adversity. Cruelty or injustice. It seems that everyone has an advocate.
But, sadly, there’s one group whose anguish has gone overlooked for far too long:
Guys. Continue reading
As long as I’m catching up on old photos, here’s some I took back in September. They’re from around Brewer’s Hill and the Canton industrial area. Continue reading
Here are some long overdue pics from Hampden’s HonFest 2006. The Festival was back in May. I’ve just now gotten around to going through all the pictures from it.
(For thos’yall from oudatown, Honfest is ‘zackly the kin’a festvul where you kin see Bawlmer at iss’ finess. Evrybody gets all dolldup and heads downeyavnue in Hamden. If yer ever downin bawlmer in May, you should defnully check it out, hon.) Continue reading
Last Thursday there was an all out monsoon.
In a desperate effort to get up-to-date on my pictures, I’m forgoing cleverness and just posting a buttload of photos from the rest of the Charleston trip. Enjoy. Continue reading
Last week the laundry situation got out of control. Code-red out of control. Dirties shot out of the hamper like a pan that’s been loaded with too much popcorn. The wicker lid clung to the top of the clothes for dear life.
Something had to be done.
Overheard in the men’s room at Bohn’s Restaurant in Batavia, New York:
“I’m from the backwoods. We drink out of the urinals.”
Walk a mile in my underpants 