Like most everything in life there's upsides and downsides to each and every Season. Winter can be excrutiatingly cold and dim. But it can just as much be full of life and beauty. Today, along with my beautiful and lovely wife, we took a walk in cl…
Here in NYC we're in the process of getting HAMMERED with the first, and quite sizeable, winter storm of the season. The temps are in the low 20's and bone chillingly cold. If I had to venture a guess I would say that at the time of this writing clo…
The latest episode of The Nutty Chronicles, "A Bed Of Thorny Roses", is now availible and ready for your listening enjoyment. The episode explores the early years of my parents marriage, my father's exploits in horticulture, a song debut by Dublin …
I'd like to take a moment to present and introduce another podcast that I am actively involved with. It's called: Irish Stew - Conversations For The Global Irish Nation. My partner in this endeavor is one John Lee. Together we touch on a myri…
A question I'm often asked is "Is there something I can do to help the podcast?" The answer to that is one simple word: Yes! And the best part? It's simple. It's fast. Most importantly...It's FREE! The BIGGEST way you could possibly help The Nutty …
It pleases me to inform you that the official website for The Nutty Chronicles now includes the COMPLETE written text for every episode. As well as numerous photographs, icorporated within the text, that helps to flesh out each episode and add visua…
It pleases me to anounce that the all new Episode 7 of The Nutty Chronicles is now live and waiting for you to give it a listen! In this episode I explore the early years of my parents marriage, my father's early years of employment and the choices…
In an earlier blog post a few days ago I alluded to the fact that Dad had achieved a noteable success in his position at The Agricultural Institute at Kinsealy. That success would come in the form of rose bush propagation. A notoriously finicky plan…
Along with Dad's new job at The Agricultural Institute at Kinsealy came what I can only presume to be a fortuitous perk. A home to reside in next to the Institute. This bungalow would be where I would spend the first three years of my life. The B…
The Agricultural Institute at Kinsealy The year my parents were to become engaged was 1959. During that year, and the ones prior and after, securing employment for oneself was not an easy task to accomplish. Let alone one good enough to support a…