In the old days, gaudy embellishments were beat out of us in journalism school. (Not so much, anymore. But true back in the day.) As a result, I've had to learn to embellish my words. It's like getting dressed. First, I put on the outfit. Then, I accessorize. Sometimes, I use too many . . .
Yes, there's a giveaway buried in this post! A good one, too! "What foods these morsels be!" Love the box slogan that's been there forever. There are a few iconic things that belong only to Rochester. If you meet a Rochesterian, he or she will absolutely know what they are. Like Donuts . . .
This blog has the quietest readers on earth.I know you're out there. My counter tells me so. But you comment in small numbers and not a single one of you seems to want a What Would Riley Do coffee mug.I haven't had the heart to break it to him. But even if I did, his strong sense of self would . . .
There's a contest. Yep. And the details are on the post below so scroll down for them. But do participate, will ya?And, hey, "anonymous?" You have some of the best comments, so Riley's particularly interested in your ideas for topics he can address. Of course, to get your prize you need to email . . .
Oh, it's Friday. (Well, it's actually Thursday night, but it will be Friday when most of you read this.) Time for some fun. Riley says that living the life of a spoiled maltipoo is unfulfilling. He says that he is the Mother Theresa of dogs, only male, and really wants to help people.You may . . .