Living on Jordan Street Road

Recently I was thinking one could live their whole life on Jordan Street and never have to go anywhere else. Jordan has churches, cemeteries, Legions, restaurants, banks, a post office (in Mottville), the Bakery, a smoke shop, office supplies, a vet, nice people, a ball field, a skating rink, a factory or two, ...

There was a garage and gas, but maybe there still is further out? How about a doctor or a dentist? The vet Doc Nichols could probably take care of most of what ails us ...

Any thoughts on this?

Barely a pulse

The village reminds me of a patient with a bad heart of late. It seems very dark at night without the familiar beacon of Morris' Grill. I know, enough already about the once world famous watering hole. But still it sits there empty, dark and quiet.

The buzz amongst bartenders and shop clerks is that Morris' was much more of an economic engine than was realized. Mo's biz didn't get spread around in the village, instead it just doesn't come to Skaneateles anymore.

There's hope though as a bright light is shining up from Skaneateles Falls. The Red Rooster Pub has some of the down-home charm of Morris' with a nicer interior, but also with Mo's "Come as you Are." attitude. The owner is from Skaneateles. too.

Pansy goes bye-bye

My dad's girlfriend went bye bye after perhaps 15 years of catting around Skaneateles. By day they hardly knew each other, but at night they slept soundly in each other's arms, Pansy purring all the while.

I turned her over to Doc Nichols and left dropping my tears in the driveway between his office and my parent's current abode - Old Doc and Annie Nichols' house.

First image 2010

On Sunday January third I drove into the village from the East just before twilight. It had snowed all day and was still dusting. Gray and white, very cold. The village was closed up tight like it used to be the day after Labor Day. A lone pedestrian was making his way through the snowy route 20 in front of Cliff Park - it was Chris Roy in a trench coat.