<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246</id><updated>2012-01-31T22:13:39.057-05:00</updated><category term='Ten years after'/><category term='2009'/><category term='schuylerville'/><category term='20th congressional district'/><category term='sept. 11'/><category term='don mclean'/><category term='E Street Band'/><category term='bye bye'/><category term='ballston spa'/><category term='Rolling Stone'/><category term='gaza'/><category term='saratoga springs'/><category term='art'/><category term='ponzi'/><category term='winter'/><category term='inauguration'/><category term='tedisco'/><category term='McDonald&apos;s'/><category term='Weinberg'/><category term='palestinian'/><category term='joe biden'/><category term='laura nyro'/><category term='israel'/><category term='new york'/><category term='robbery'/><category term='swine flu'/><category term='saratoga'/><category term='murphy'/><category term='cyber bullying'/><category term='madison square garden'/><category term='queens ny'/><category term='rolling stones'/><category term='bob dylan'/><category term='Bruce Springsteen'/><category term='Sept 11'/><category term='caffe lena'/><category term='kirsten gillibrand'/><category term='9.11'/><category term='talking heads'/><category term='bullying'/><category term='irish'/><category term='weatherman'/><category term='obama'/><category term='lake george'/><category term='bank robber'/><category term='World Trade Center'/><category term='kalinsky'/><category term='sinatra'/><category term='chevy to the levy'/><category term='will hermes'/><category term='dimopoulos'/><category term='madoff'/><category term='patti smith'/><category term='filet-o-fish'/><category term='american pie'/><category term='hud armstrong'/><category term='amram'/><category term='legend'/><title type='text'>Letters From Thomas</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>248</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-5837095360574777369</id><published>2012-01-23T18:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T18:55:36.834-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='will hermes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bruce Springsteen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talking heads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new york'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patti smith'/><title type='text'>Five years of NYC music that changed history</title><summary type='text'>The rancid stench of garbage hovered above the city's sidewalks in the wake of a summertime strike by sanitation workers. Stores were looted overnight after a blackout plunged rioting neighborhoods into darkness. And a financial crisis pushed the city to the brink of bankruptcy in an era that gave birth to both Travis Bickle and the Son of Sam. "It's very refreshing being in the 21st century," </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/5837095360574777369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=5837095360574777369' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/5837095360574777369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/5837095360574777369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2012/01/five-years-of-nyc-music-that-changed.html' title='Five years of NYC music that changed history'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-7393201971025791615</id><published>2011-11-28T13:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T13:50:11.079-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chevy to the levy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caffe lena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laura nyro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bye bye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saratoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don mclean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='american pie'/><title type='text'>Bye, Bye Miss American Pie: The story behind the legend</title><summary type='text'>"IF I can't stop little things about a song I wrote that are incorrect, how can anyone believe history in general?" said singer-songwriter Don McLean, on the eve of the 40th anniversary when “American Pie” first hit the pop charts.On Nov. 27, 1971, Don McLean's eight-minute, 27-second anthem about the day the music died first broke through the Billboard top 100.Six weeks later, "American Pie" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/7393201971025791615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=7393201971025791615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/7393201971025791615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/7393201971025791615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2011/11/bye-bye-miss-american-pie-story-behind.html' title='Bye, Bye Miss American Pie: The story behind the legend'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-1329638881924681969</id><published>2011-09-11T09:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T10:10:32.846-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World Trade Center'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sept 11'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rolling Stone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ten years after'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saratoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9.11'/><title type='text'>9.11</title><summary type='text'>Sept. 11: Ten Years after.How do I begin again: It was 8:46 on a Tuesday in September when an urgent rattle jarred the blue-sky morning above Lawrence White's head.A season in hell: Ken Grey lost a lot that summer.Video: Starting over again after 9.11.-- Thomas Dimopoulos, 9.11.11 The Post-Star</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/1329638881924681969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=1329638881924681969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/1329638881924681969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/1329638881924681969'/><link 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type='text'>Max Weinberg visits Saratoga Springs and talks about Bruce Springsteen, the "Darkness on the Edge of Town" sessions. the wonders of heart surgery and about being The Boss of his own Big Band. CLICK HERE FOR STORY</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/7599670960589758404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=7599670960589758404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/7599670960589758404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/7599670960589758404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2010/10/springsteen-drummer-on-e-street-band.html' title='Springsteen drummer on the E Street Band: We&apos;re like a mist that coalesces into liquid'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-7293207042503459413</id><published>2010-10-15T22:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T22:18:23.160-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bank robber'/><title type='text'>"Give me all your money and God will love you"</title><summary type='text'>These are the words scrawled across a note that a would-be bank robber handed to a teller Wednesday morning. Click HERE for story.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/7293207042503459413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=7293207042503459413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/7293207042503459413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/7293207042503459413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2010/10/give-me-all-your-money-and-god-will.html' title='&quot;Give me all your money and God will love you&quot;'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-7016449555292419714</id><published>2010-09-21T15:38:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T16:04:11.401-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madison square garden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sinatra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rolling stones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kalinsky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dimopoulos'/><title type='text'>George Kalinsky: The Camera Eye</title><summary type='text'>George Kalinsky raised his camera and took aim at Mick Jagger as the 26-year-old performer rooster-stepped across the stage."That was the first major concert in The Garden, late November, 1969. It was totally sold out, and everybody was pushing from behind. My chest was pushed against the stage," Kalinsky recalled.In a decisive moment born out of a need for personal safety as well as a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/7016449555292419714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=7016449555292419714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/7016449555292419714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/7016449555292419714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2010/09/george-kalinsky-camera-eye.html' title='George Kalinsky: The Camera Eye'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oUHdiJsqjTA/TJkKgdIcC1I/AAAAAAAAAB8/2-HvyX1mrLI/s72-c/RollingStonesKalinsky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-8812228872616664003</id><published>2010-09-09T19:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T19:35:32.639-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amram'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lake george'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sept. 11'/><title type='text'>Sept. 11: The Music that broke the silence</title><summary type='text'>There was that week, several years ago, that history will remember for the panic and the sweat of fear. It will recall the smell of death, the sorrow, and the pounding drums that sounded the noise of war. Here, there was silence. Quiet, but not calm. The kind of silence that fills an empty room after the party has ended and everyone has gone home; when all that remains are the lipstick traces on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/8812228872616664003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=8812228872616664003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/8812228872616664003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/8812228872616664003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2010/09/sept-11-music-that-broke-silence.html' title='Sept. 11: The Music that broke the silence'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-831591809912171931</id><published>2010-05-20T18:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T18:53:45.964-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caffe lena'/><title type='text'>Caffe Lena celebrates 50th birthday</title><summary type='text'>Fifty years of memoriesBy THOMAS DIMOPOULOSSARATOGA SPRINGS -- Sarah Craig sat with her back to the stage on a quiet, weekday morning inside the cafe, the room bathed in a natural light that poured in through the Phila Street windows.She looked out at the small room and its 85 seats, and pointed to the table with the low-hanging lip where Bob Dylan was famously photographed when he visited the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/831591809912171931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=831591809912171931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/831591809912171931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/831591809912171931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/caffe-lena-celebrates-50th-birthday.html' title='Caffe Lena celebrates 50th birthday'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-3498676256097983992</id><published>2010-05-20T17:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T19:01:09.202-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bob dylan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caffe lena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don mclean'/><title type='text'>Caffe Lena: redux</title><summary type='text'>Fifty years of memories IIBy THOMAS DIMOPOULOS John F. Kennedy was basking in the afterglow of a primary campaign victory in West Virginia that would help to eventually propel him to The White House.Lois Hellman, who graduated from South Glens Falls High School a year earlier, was celebrating the completion of her freshman college year with some friends in downtown Saratoga Springs."One of my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/3498676256097983992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=3498676256097983992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/3498676256097983992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/3498676256097983992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2010/05/caffe-lena-redux.html' title='Caffe Lena: redux'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-5014991426168431908</id><published>2010-03-06T16:40:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T16:53:36.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope atop the lonely hill</title><summary type='text'>CAMBRIDGE - A dusty beam of light shook loose from the winter sun and crept down the long, lonely hallway.It is here that the cries of newborns once echoed along the halls, now chipped and peeling in a silence that has lasted for seven years."I was probably one of the last people out of the building," she said.  story: Thomas Dimopoulosimages: Jeffrey Fehder</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/5014991426168431908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=5014991426168431908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/5014991426168431908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/5014991426168431908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2010/03/hope-atop-lonely-hill.html' title='Hope atop the lonely hill'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oUHdiJsqjTA/S5LOljAB41I/AAAAAAAAABs/LhbgizPmsn0/s72-c/Mary+Mac' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-5877667690626937975</id><published>2010-03-05T16:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T16:46:17.472-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One in 133 has it</title><summary type='text'>" I was expecting maybe my head was going to fall off or something," she said looking out the window at the bare February tree line leading to the Adirondacks.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/5877667690626937975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=5877667690626937975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/5877667690626937975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/5877667690626937975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-in-133-has-it.html' title='One in 133 has it'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-6021134127428164788</id><published>2009-12-31T15:49:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T19:18:53.335-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saratoga springs'/><title type='text'>Pictures of 2009</title><summary type='text'>I am not a photographer, I only play one, at times, when on assignment and a real one is not available.Going back over a year's worth of stories and pictures that was 2009, these images strike a resonance with me because they help in reliving a certain moment in time. 1. If you wait around long enough, something is bound to happen. I learned this listening to photojournalists: find an interesting</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/6021134127428164788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=6021134127428164788' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/6021134127428164788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/6021134127428164788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2009/12/pictures-of-2009.html' title='Pictures of 2009'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oUHdiJsqjTA/Sz0PvTjrC-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/gSHAtGqnW2A/s72-c/Xmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-5296110805775491687</id><published>2009-08-17T20:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:56:29.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>At the end of the line</title><summary type='text'>Bud Lacey sipped coffee from a cup that he cradled in a pair of rugged hands creased with the telling lines of a man who has spent a lifetime working."A lot of the people I knew starting out, they’re all dead now," he said, the brim of a green John Deere baseball cap casting a shadow from the top of his forehead to the bottom of his salt-and-pepper mustache.He was born in 1940 and raised in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/5296110805775491687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=5296110805775491687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/5296110805775491687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/5296110805775491687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2009/08/at-end-of-line.html' title='At the end of the line'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-113440200509904525</id><published>2009-08-14T10:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T23:57:41.284-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Woodstock:pictures and a thousand words</title><summary type='text'>The images photographer Elliott Landy came away with from a three-day weekend in upstate New York in 1969 captured 500,000 souls and the essence of an entire generation.The official photographer of the 1969 Woodstock Music Festival however, says covering music wasn't his top priority during the culturally explosive 1960s. Nonetheless, he found himself with camera in hand at the forefront of a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/113440200509904525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=113440200509904525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/113440200509904525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/113440200509904525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2005/12/woodstockpictures-and-thousand-words.html' title='Woodstock:pictures and a thousand words'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-113475131463988371</id><published>2009-08-14T07:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T00:00:33.501-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Melanie: An Interview</title><summary type='text'>Melanie Safka was rifling through more than 30 years of musical memories and plucking out some of her favorite moments.There was her performance at Woodstock in 1969, her appearance at the Isle of Wight Festival in 1970 and one particluarly memorable slot on the fabled Ed Sullivan Show.During Melanie's appearance, Sullivan allowed fans to gather around her while she played. What the seemingly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/113475131463988371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=113475131463988371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/113475131463988371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/113475131463988371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2005/12/melanie-interview.html' title='Melanie: An Interview'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-9175504944705616427</id><published>2009-08-03T13:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T13:44:59.748-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beat Generation: 10 years later</title><summary type='text'>BEAT GENERATION'S LEGACY LIVES ON IN CAPITAL REGIONSpecial to the Times UnionSunday, October 25, 1998Cultural icon Jack Kerouac referred to the month of October as the time of year when everything returns to the earth. It's also the month in 1969 that the celebrated literary figure died. Since his passing, his work, along with the contributions of contemporaries William Burroughs and poet Allen </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/9175504944705616427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=9175504944705616427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/9175504944705616427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/9175504944705616427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2009/08/beat-generation-10-years-later.html' title='Beat Generation: 10 years later'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-2509098839121993401</id><published>2009-08-02T13:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T14:06:14.881-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She Remembers</title><summary type='text'>When Dorothy McChesney remembers that October morning, the images come flooding back in a fractured jumble of colors.The 4-year-old girl who lives inside the 86-year-old Moriah woman recalls the excitement, the pageantry and that there were thousands and thousands of people around her."It was beautiful, very colorful. Something of that size, it certainly was an important event," said McChesney, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/2509098839121993401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=2509098839121993401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/2509098839121993401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/2509098839121993401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2009/08/she-remembers.html' title='She Remembers'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-9157125735336271722</id><published>2009-08-01T13:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T13:56:05.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tale of Two Sisters</title><summary type='text'>Splintered but unbroken and bearing the scars of where the vehicle came to rest, the tree stands on Main Street in the village of Greenwich, a half-mile from the Church Street home the two sisters who were killed in last month’s crash shared for the past 24 years."My grandmother was the type of person who would do anything for anybody," Lori Perillo said."Whether it was money, or groceries, or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/9157125735336271722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=9157125735336271722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/9157125735336271722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/9157125735336271722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2009/08/tale-of-two-sisters.html' title='Tale of Two Sisters'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-1801039895801175409</id><published>2009-07-13T11:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T11:47:14.538-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joe biden'/><title type='text'>Hey Joe</title><summary type='text'>There they sat, sprawled across a simple table, all the necessities and the weighty burdens of the human condition in the 21st century.Three BlackBerrys and a Bluetooth. A small tape recorder and a pair of extra batteries. A laptop computer, a ring of keys, and a fistful of coins bearing the faces of U.S. presidents.Each was scrutinized by a security force charged with protecting the vice </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/1801039895801175409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=1801039895801175409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/1801039895801175409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/1801039895801175409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey-joe.html' title='Hey Joe'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oUHdiJsqjTA/SltWwgsbGLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/f9pUaSy7zqA/s72-c/Biden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-4526937017897718324</id><published>2009-06-01T18:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T18:08:47.994-04:00</updated><title type='text'>These are the things that you can't talk about</title><summary type='text'>The man was about 50 and wore an easy smile that betrayed the intensity of the things he has seen."Nobody knows my face. Nobody knows where I live," said the man, Shahed "Malik" Hussain, as he sat on an easy chair in his living room while the world passed by his window.Hussain lives and works in Saratoga County, where he operates a motel that is close enough to Saratoga Springs that the trappings</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/4526937017897718324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=4526937017897718324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/4526937017897718324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/4526937017897718324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2009/06/these-are-things-that-you-cant-talk.html' title='These are the things that you can&apos;t talk about'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-3169894914928328651</id><published>2009-05-16T09:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T09:31:31.910-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swine flu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saratoga springs'/><title type='text'>It was only a matter of time</title><summary type='text'>Every day, the reporter makes his round of calls to police stations across the region to learn what damage its citizens have inflicted upon one another overnight.Since the discovery of the mysterious influenza that is creeping across the planet and infecting humans like an invisible ghost, the daily calls of the reporter have been amended to include public health officials in Saratoga and Warren </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/3169894914928328651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=3169894914928328651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/3169894914928328651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/3169894914928328651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-was-only-matter-of-time.html' title='It was only a matter of time'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oUHdiJsqjTA/Sg7ADa6OCgI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TpfUcEXoYrQ/s72-c/Vincent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-507020677280123746</id><published>2009-05-09T10:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T10:37:24.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Broadway Eric and the number 5 tattoo</title><summary type='text'>As this was the first full week in which the weather did not threaten to return to the city with a chill, he thought it would be a good time to retake his favorite bench on Broadway."I like it here," said Eric, 32, who returned this week to his seat beneath a flag that flies the nation's colors. "It's a good place to people-watch."Soon, he will bring out the congas upon which he will accompany </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/507020677280123746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=507020677280123746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/507020677280123746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/507020677280123746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2009/05/broadway-eric-and-number-5-tattoo.html' title='Broadway Eric and the number 5 tattoo'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-2701876600333283549</id><published>2009-05-09T10:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T10:32:19.293-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bullying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cyber bullying'/><title type='text'>Battling the Bullies</title><summary type='text'>By Thomas Dimopoulospublished in The Post-Star, 5.06.2009SCHUYLERVILLE, NY - It was 2003, and life was going pretty well for John Halligan.The husband and father had a loving family, a home in Vermont and a long and stable career at IBM.He was away from home, on a business trip in Rochester, when the phone rang in his hotel room that early October 2003 morning -- a call that shattered his world."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/2701876600333283549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=2701876600333283549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/2701876600333283549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/2701876600333283549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2009/05/battling-bullies.html' title='Battling the Bullies'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-8822355901605589179</id><published>2009-04-10T20:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T20:11:26.203-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kirsten gillibrand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20th congressional district'/><title type='text'>Lights go dark on Broadway</title><summary type='text'>The lights have gone dark inside 487 Broadway, the photographs removed from their frames on the walls, packed into boxes and taken away.A pair of flags, one of the country, one of the state,  are visible through the storefront window, their cloth shoulders slumping behind a sign that reads: Closed.The only sign of life comes from a banner that hangs down from a business on the second floor that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/8822355901605589179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=8822355901605589179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/8822355901605589179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/8822355901605589179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2009/04/lights-go-dark-on-broadway.html' title='Lights go dark on Broadway'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-8231680589323171813</id><published>2009-04-10T19:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T20:03:50.188-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tedisco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saratoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='murphy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='20th congressional district'/><title type='text'>The long and winding road: a compendium of quotes from NY-20</title><summary type='text'>Wednesday afternoon, April 8.More than a week has passed since Election Night and there is no end in sight.Long, tedious and mired in the minutiae of political challenges, the counting of paper ballots has begun in a process to decide the next representative of the 20th Congressional District.The counting could take as long as two to three weeks, said Diane Wade, the Republican Board of Election </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/8231680589323171813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=8231680589323171813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/8231680589323171813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/8231680589323171813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2009/04/long-and-winding-road-compendium-of.html' title='The long and winding road: a compendium of quotes from NY-20'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-7401971833388681971</id><published>2009-04-10T19:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T20:05:35.208-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Muddied along the campaign trail</title><summary type='text'>On the campaign trail and during the election cycle, the politician will search for the perfect symbol to stand next to that will best convey his message of the day.On Wednesday, James Tedisco, the Republican candidate in the 20th Congressional District race, decided it would be a good idea to lead a caravan of reporters through the Luther Forest Technology Park to talk about the jobs the park </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/7401971833388681971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=7401971833388681971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/7401971833388681971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/7401971833388681971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2009/04/muddied-along-campaign-trail.html' title='Muddied along the campaign trail'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-862456471483832467</id><published>2009-03-14T18:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T18:22:48.830-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filet-o-fish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McDonald&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Gimme that Fish</title><summary type='text'>By Thomas Dimopoulos  Josh Peck is evil.  OK, evil may be a little harsh to direct at him personally, so let's call his work wicked, his creativity nefarious and his musical ability to worm into your brain downright sinister:"Gimme back that filet-o-fish,Gimme that fish.Gimme back that filet-o-fish,Gimme that fish."That is Josh Peck, and his 26-second earworm has moved across the country like a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/862456471483832467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=862456471483832467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/862456471483832467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/862456471483832467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2009/03/gimme-that-fish.html' title='Gimme that Fish'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-5643290091954064563</id><published>2009-03-08T18:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T18:21:24.322-04:00</updated><title type='text'>After the Fire</title><summary type='text'>SARATOGA - Shortly before the sun rose above her home in the town of Saratoga on Thursday, 82-year-old Marty Fink sat down on a snowbank in her backyard and watched everything she owned go up in flames.A call came in to the Quaker Springs Fire Department shortly after 5 a.m.When Fire Chief Sean Dooley arrived on the scene, Fink's two-story colonial home at 966 county Route 70 was engulfed in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/5643290091954064563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=5643290091954064563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/5643290091954064563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/5643290091954064563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2009/03/after-fire.html' title='After the Fire'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-7964155777521272097</id><published>2009-02-21T20:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T20:29:58.291-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ballston spa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hud armstrong'/><title type='text'>Unfinished Symphony</title><summary type='text'>In eighty-two we got our phones, Just to communicate,In eighty-four the Hayner House,That still stands up to date-- The 154th verse of a 190-verse poem, "Rime of the Ancient Traveler," by Jean H. Higley, dedicated to the history of Ballston Spa.Wednesday morning. Hud Armstrong walked out of his apartment in Saratoga Springs and hopped on bus No. 472.He carried with him a black satchel to protect </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/7964155777521272097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=7964155777521272097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/7964155777521272097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/7964155777521272097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2009/02/unfinished-symphony.html' title='Unfinished Symphony'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oUHdiJsqjTA/SaCptE8-EoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/GYRisw0OwiM/s72-c/Hud-steamer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-5463625755374554929</id><published>2009-02-14T20:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T20:33:45.253-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='queens ny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ponzi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madoff'/><title type='text'>Growing up with the Ponzi King</title><summary type='text'>by Thomas DimopoulosSARATOGA SPRINGS -- Jay Portnoy was enjoying his retirement in the city where he has made his home for the past 40 years, when he picked up a newspaper and saw a name staring back that shook loose a torrent of memories.The name was Bernie Madoff, and the story was about how Madoff has been accused of perpetrating the largest Ponzi scheme in Wall Street history, bilking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/5463625755374554929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=5463625755374554929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/5463625755374554929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/5463625755374554929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2009/02/growing-up-with-ponzi-king.html' title='Growing up with the Ponzi King'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-8698079742733160849</id><published>2009-02-04T20:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T20:27:06.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Woody's song makes it to the Obama White House</title><summary type='text'>by Thomas DimopoulosHe sat in a room in a Manhattan boarding house on a cold February day in 1940, irritated by the relentless wail of Kate Smith singing "God Bless America."The monotony of the song being played over and over again on the radio drove him to put his own words to paper -- in protest of the song that he heard that day.Two weeks ago, and more than 40 years after the man's death, his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/8698079742733160849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=8698079742733160849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/8698079742733160849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/8698079742733160849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2009/02/woodys-song-makes-it-to-obama-white.html' title='Woody&apos;s song makes it to the Obama White House'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-1072826351255417041</id><published>2009-01-30T08:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T08:59:00.391-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='israel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palestinian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gaza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saratoga springs'/><title type='text'>After the bombs, a fragile hope for peace</title><summary type='text'>      The bombs stopped falling after 23 days.When the last of Israel's troops left the Gaza Strip Wednesday, more than 1,000 people lay dead, most of them civilians.Forty-five minutes away, 31-year-old Megan Coss hears the chugging of helicopters and the rumble of fighter jets roaring across the western sky.Home is a cooperative agricultural community that sits in between Jerusalem and Tel Aviv,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/1072826351255417041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=1072826351255417041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/1072826351255417041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/1072826351255417041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2009/01/after-bombs-fragile-hope-for-peace.html' title='After the bombs, a fragile hope for peace'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-4452026351081207387</id><published>2009-01-28T08:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T08:55:00.613-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weatherman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new york'/><title type='text'>The man who watches helium balloons</title><summary type='text'>Ice fell from the sky and clung to the fragile trees and vines of Saratoga. Snow pelted the roadways in Glens Falls. The winds blew through Poughkeepsie at gusts of more than 30 miles per hour, and Bob Kilpatrick knew all of it was going to happen in advance."Here, there is no such thing as a normal day," says Kilpatrick, one of approximately 15 meteorologists providing forecasts at the National </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/4452026351081207387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=4452026351081207387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/4452026351081207387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/4452026351081207387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2009/01/man-who-watches-helium-balloons.html' title='The man who watches helium balloons'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-6915260146706596928</id><published>2009-01-25T08:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T08:45:39.072-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schuylerville'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inauguration'/><title type='text'>Waiting for Mr. Obama</title><summary type='text'>The white blizzard blew through the region last week.It forced area schools to close their doors for the day. It beat out a rhythm as it passed across the windows of Jodi Leight's home.Tucked safely inside, the Schuylerville school music teacher spent the day with her equally snowbound husband, Bill, a seventh-grade teacher at Troy's Doyle Middle School.The couple was watching TV when a message </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/6915260146706596928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=6915260146706596928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/6915260146706596928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/6915260146706596928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2009/01/waiting-for-mr-obama.html' title='Waiting for Mr. Obama'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-3286058190131749726</id><published>2009-01-23T20:57:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T22:01:15.188-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kirsten gillibrand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saratoga springs'/><title type='text'>Kirsten Gillibrand and Grape-Nuts</title><summary type='text'>During her first political race in the days leading up to the 2006 election, I had an opportunity to conduct a sit-down interview with the then-relatively unknown, long shot congressional candidate Kirsten Gillibrand.We talked about  Springsteen, Saratoga, and cereal."My father liked Grape-Nuts and we used to share the cereal in my house when I was growing up,'  she  said.'What I really liked </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/3286058190131749726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=3286058190131749726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/3286058190131749726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/3286058190131749726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2009/01/kirsten-gillibrand-and-grape-nuts.html' title='Kirsten Gillibrand and Grape-Nuts'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oUHdiJsqjTA/SXqENKMsXEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aFyHv0hVMOM/s72-c/giilli-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-1270288376320938196</id><published>2009-01-03T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T22:00:01.014-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robbery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saratoga springs'/><title type='text'>Did the luck of the Irish pull friends through police chase?</title><summary type='text'>The dark-red SUV exited the Northway and swung onto Ballard Road, a police car in pursuit.After being forced to come to a halt at a railroad crossing to allow a speeding train to pass, the man inside the SUV kept an eye on the passing train that was blocking his escape route.Another eye followed the pair of officers who exited their squad car and were fast approaching the van on foot.A few miles </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/1270288376320938196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=1270288376320938196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/1270288376320938196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/1270288376320938196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2009/01/did-luck-of-irish-pull-friends-through.html' title='Did the luck of the Irish pull friends through police chase?'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-6500636230959614360</id><published>2009-01-03T20:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T20:58:08.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Loss, redemption, hope - and the end of 2008</title><summary type='text'>It is not possible today to know whether history will look back upon 2008 as the dark year that everything fell apart, or as the first sign of rebuilding from the ashes.Perhaps the most appropriate ending for this final column of the calendar year is to wave goodbye with a remembrance of three events that marked the passing of time, an acknowledgement of a lifetime's worth of demons and the hope </summary><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-2518674986849318224</id><published>2008-09-01T18:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T18:32:33.695-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Motley Crue: Fear and Loathing in the Garden of Ether</title><summary type='text'>SARATOGA SPRINGS -- Motley Crue didn't appear on the musical stage of the Saratoga Performing Arts Center on Friday night as much as they attempted to blow it to hell in a bombastic ferocity of sound and vision that thrilled an adoring crowd of more than 12,000 followers.The four-man band performed a 90-minute set that trampled through the group's quarter-century long songbook, from the early </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/2518674986849318224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-3516148263272322614</id><published>2008-08-14T08:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T09:02:15.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>David Cassidy : True Confessions</title><summary type='text'>               &lt;!--  [component:image-cutline]   [include_ifnot:ap:/core/components/story/photos/reprints.inc]    --&gt;SARATOGA SPRINGS -- His face has graced everything from magazines and lunch boxes to the covers of millions of record albums sold around the world.At the Hall of Springs on Monday night, David Cassidy made what may have been the most courageous on-stage appearance of his life."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/3516148263272322614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=3516148263272322614' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/3516148263272322614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/3516148263272322614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2008/08/david-cassidy-true-confessions.html' title='David Cassidy : True Confessions'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-9130612627707751064</id><published>2008-08-06T22:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T22:20:07.327-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In a parking lot, she stopped to help out a stranger in need</title><summary type='text'>Missy Whalen stepped outside of the auto parts store where she has worked for the past year shortly before 9 on Saturday night. She lit up her cigarette, then watched the sheets of rain careen off the awning.A little while earlier and a short distance to the east, a horse named Commentator stood in the winner's circle at the Saratoga Race Course on a day that produced a handle of more than $25 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/9130612627707751064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=9130612627707751064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/9130612627707751064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/9130612627707751064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-parking-lot-she-stopped-to-help-out.html' title='In a parking lot, she stopped to help out a stranger in need'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-6242175261562976675</id><published>2008-08-06T20:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T22:14:57.342-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Man dressed as penis arrested after interrupting graduation</title><summary type='text'>By THOMAS DIMOPOULOSpublished in The Post-Star, Thursday, June 26, 2008.Photo by Erin Coker         &lt;!--  [component:image-cutline]   [include_ifnot:ap:/core/components/story/photos/reprints.inc]    --&gt;     SARATOGA SPRINGS -- The Saratoga Springs High School graduation ceremony was suddenly interrupted Thursday morning when a 19-year-old man dressed as a set of male genitals streaked across the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/6242175261562976675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=6242175261562976675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/6242175261562976675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/6242175261562976675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2008/08/man-dressed-as-penis-arrested-after.html' title='Man dressed as penis arrested after interrupting graduation'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-5972276635137399111</id><published>2008-08-06T13:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T21:56:16.039-04:00</updated><title type='text'>At park entrance, all questions answered</title><summary type='text'>The booth sits at the entry to Congress Park. It is fronted by a pair of neatly-chalked blackboards that list a series of ongoing events in the region and frame the panels of the building outside.  Inside of the booth, which stands approximately 15 feet long by 10 feet wide, is a microwave oven, a small refrigerator and more than 100 different brochures, maps and flyers that showcase the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/5972276635137399111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=5972276635137399111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/5972276635137399111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/5972276635137399111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2008/08/at-park-entrance-all-questions-answered.html' title='At park entrance, all questions answered'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-8525434662291298529</id><published>2008-08-03T21:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T22:03:37.637-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Melting Away</title><summary type='text'>The building stands vacant on Division Street, sealed tight in its red brick frame and dwarfed by the 21st-century skyline of million-dollar condominiums nearby.A silver bowl that once caught the cigarettes of all who entered clings to a wall near the entry door as a reminder of the layers of lives that passed through.Kathy LeRoux was 7 years old when she moved to the city’s West Side, across the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/8525434662291298529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=8525434662291298529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/8525434662291298529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/8525434662291298529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2008/08/melting-away.html' title='Melting Away'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-5018861034191486310</id><published>2008-06-01T11:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T11:12:57.848-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In a faraway place, a tear is shed for fallen racer</title><summary type='text'>Dennis Houk stood 18,000 feet above sea level and waited for a good wind."It just blew my mind being up there. The scenery is crystal clear and the only noise you hear is the cracking of the Khumbu Glacier," says Houk, who left his home in Alabama on April 28 to fulfill a lifetime dream.For his 61st birthday, his wife bought him a ticket on an airplane that took him west, over the Pacific Ocean, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/5018861034191486310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=5018861034191486310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/5018861034191486310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/5018861034191486310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-faraway-place-tear-is-shed-for.html' title='In a faraway place, a tear is shed for fallen racer'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-7289648300225170008</id><published>2008-05-31T19:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T11:40:41.301-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Working on the Backstretch: video</title><summary type='text'>Saratoga Springs - Video Four : Working on the Backstretch at Saratoga Race Course</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/7289648300225170008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=7289648300225170008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/7289648300225170008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/7289648300225170008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2008/05/working-on-backstretch-video.html' title='Working on the Backstretch: video'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-6219751089348659717</id><published>2008-05-30T11:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T11:39:58.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Automobile Museum: video</title><summary type='text'>Saratoga Springs - Video Three:  Saratoga Automobile Museum</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/6219751089348659717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=6219751089348659717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/6219751089348659717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/6219751089348659717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2008/05/automobile-museum-video.html' title='Automobile Museum: video'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-1404489236450505837</id><published>2008-05-29T11:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T11:43:52.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Night Saratoga: video</title><summary type='text'>Saratoga Springs - Video Two : First Night Saratoga</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/1404489236450505837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=1404489236450505837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/1404489236450505837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/1404489236450505837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-night-saratoga-video.html' title='First Night Saratoga: video'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-364259976512424295</id><published>2008-05-28T11:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T11:49:15.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Police Station: video</title><summary type='text'>Saratoga Springs - Video One : Women officers</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/364259976512424295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=364259976512424295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/364259976512424295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/364259976512424295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2008/05/police-station-video.html' title='Police Station: video'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-8548240406719613770</id><published>2008-04-04T12:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T12:06:03.235-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where the Eagle Soars: John Ashcroft visits Saratoga Springs</title><summary type='text'>John Ashcroft came to Skidmore College on Wednesday night, where he delivered a dramatic, 75-minute reading of the new apocalypse.When it was over, he collected his $25,000 speaking fee and walked out into the Saratoga night.In the university setting, the former attorney general quoted scientist Albert Einstein's prose and the poetry of Emma Lazarus, whose words are engraved on the base of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/8548240406719613770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=8548240406719613770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/8548240406719613770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/8548240406719613770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2008/04/where-eagle-soars-john-ashcroft-visits.html' title='Where the Eagle Soars: John Ashcroft visits Saratoga Springs'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-117590526722167706</id><published>2007-04-06T20:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T20:21:07.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuskegee Airman gets his due after 60 years</title><summary type='text'>SARATOGA SPRINGS - The trolley cars rattled by Clarence Dart's childhood, carrying the residents of the 1920s through Elmira.The young boy busied himself with his own dreams however, building model airplanes and a yearning to fly.During the wartime of the 1940s, Dart realized his dream.He volunteered for the Air Force and was accepted into flight training at the Tuskegee Army air field in Alabama</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/117590526722167706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=117590526722167706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/117590526722167706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/117590526722167706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2007/04/tuskegee-airman-gets-his-due-after-60.html' title='Tuskegee Airman gets his due after 60 years'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-117590554886383018</id><published>2007-04-06T19:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T20:25:48.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Regarding that NY Post  story on taking a bath...</title><summary type='text'>SARATOGA SPRINGS - The Spa City woke up Monday morning to find itself on the front cover of The New York Post in a Fred Dicker-penned article, "Hot Water."After a recent visit to the Roosevelt Baths in the Saratoga Spa State Park, Dicker discovered the baths he thought to contain pure mineral water were being mixed with Saratoga tap water."I am deeply disturbed by the report in today's New York </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/117590554886383018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=117590554886383018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/117590554886383018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/117590554886383018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2007/04/regarding-that-ny-post-story-on-taking.html' title='Regarding that NY Post  story on taking a bath...'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-117590442490706326</id><published>2007-04-05T20:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T20:07:04.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The night Broadway burned down</title><summary type='text'>SARATOGA SPRINGS -It was 5 o'clock on a chilly Sunday morning and Sgt.John Cummings was patrolling Broadway during the second half of hisovernight shift.All was quiet along the city's main business district that January dayin 1957 when Sgt. Cummings was suddenly alerted by the smell of smokecoming from the stretch of architecture that runs across the east sideof the avenue. He called for the fire</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/117590442490706326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=117590442490706326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/117590442490706326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/117590442490706326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2007/04/night-broadway-burned-down.html' title='The night Broadway burned down'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-117590474334887729</id><published>2007-03-28T21:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T20:12:23.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bare Minimum</title><summary type='text'>SARATOGA SPRINGS - It's lunch hour on Broadway and 22-year-old Helen Van Auken is making sandwiches behind the counter of the Subway shop where she works 30 hours a week.Twice a week, three hours a night, she attends classes working toward her GED. The rest of the time she tends to her children: Jonathan, who is 6, 3-year-old Matthew and the twins - Logan and Isabel - who are 2 1/2."I know I've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/117590474334887729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=117590474334887729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/117590474334887729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/117590474334887729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2007/03/bare-minimum.html' title='The Bare Minimum'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-116822212246307959</id><published>2007-01-05T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T21:08:42.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rare Collection</title><summary type='text'>SARATOGA SPRINGS - It has been a secret kept for more than 60 years andeveryone who was involved has either quietly moved on, or taken thestory with them to the grave.Today, they gather at the marble columned Hall of Springs much as theydid then, toasting life beneath Belgian crystal chandeliers that hangfrom vaulted ceilings 40 feet high. Few, if any know that thelabyrinth-like basement directly</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/116822212246307959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=116822212246307959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/116822212246307959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/116822212246307959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2007/01/rare-collection.html' title='A Rare Collection'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-116761173923510924</id><published>2006-12-31T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T19:35:39.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Year Rises in Saratoga</title><summary type='text'>New Year's Eve 2006/2007. Fireworks over City Hall.The exploding sparkle of lights draped long shadows across the Victorian porches of Union Avenue.Along Broadway, a group of tourists stopped in front of the architecture with their digital cameras and smokers forced outside of Caroline Street taverns wore t-shirts as they huddled in the doorways with their cigarettes.The announcement came that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/116761173923510924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=116761173923510924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/116761173923510924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/116761173923510924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-year-rises-in-saratoga.html' title='The New Year Rises in Saratoga'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-116312919166097810</id><published>2006-11-09T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T22:26:31.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gillibrand's path to victory: The People Have the Power</title><summary type='text'> SARATOGA SPRINGS - In the banquet room filled with glimmering smiles and the glaring white beams of TV lights, the biggest and brightest smile was etched on the face of her husband, Jonathan Gillibrand, exalted, exhausted, and filled with complete joy.Kirsten Gillibrand's path to Washington, D.C., began quietly, taking a leave from her day job as a partner in a law firm to try to fill what she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/116312919166097810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=116312919166097810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/116312919166097810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/116312919166097810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2006/11/gillibrands-path-to-victory-people.html' title='Gillibrand&apos;s path to victory: The People Have the Power'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-116312597331115448</id><published>2006-11-06T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T21:32:53.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The GOP:  Stumpin' before The Thumpin'</title><summary type='text'>New York Governor George Pataki picking the ponies in the Winner's circle, Saratoga Race Course, summer 2006. (left)Former New York City Mayor Rudy Giuliani stumpin' for Sweeney before the Republican thumpin' on Broadway in Saratoga, 2006. (right)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/116312597331115448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=116312597331115448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/116312597331115448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/116312597331115448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2006/11/gop-stumpin-before-thumpin.html' title='The GOP:  Stumpin&apos; before The Thumpin&apos;'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-116312520709608113</id><published>2006-11-05T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T21:20:07.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Politics of Grape-Nuts</title><summary type='text'>SARATOGA SPRINGS -A few weeks ago, J. Christopher Callaghan sat on a bar stool inside The Parting Glass where he was hosting a fundraiser for his campaign. A few miles north, up in Lake George, Comptroller Alan Hevesi was at a different event where he was apologizing for not reimbursing the state for using a staffer to drive his wife around. It was a week that marked the first time many outside </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/116312520709608113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=116312520709608113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/116312520709608113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/116312520709608113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2006/11/politics-of-grape-nuts.html' title='The Politics of Grape-Nuts'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-115983481231388305</id><published>2006-10-02T20:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T20:20:12.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Horses take Warriors</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/115983481231388305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=115983481231388305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/115983481231388305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/115983481231388305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2006/10/black-horses-take-warriors.html' title='Black Horses take Warriors'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-115983561468132692</id><published>2006-10-01T20:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T20:33:34.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball, Hot Dogs and the guy from KISS</title><summary type='text'>The hot dog guy stood under his red and white striped canopy next to thecarousel. He was talking a mile a minute to the lunchtime crowd that waspassing by that gave him an aura of being the wizard of Congress Park.The thing that first brought him to Saratoga was the horses, “trainingthoroughbreds since 1983,” he says. It is something he continues to doto this day. This year he got himself a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/115983561468132692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=115983561468132692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/115983561468132692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/115983561468132692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2006/10/baseball-hot-dogs-and-guy-from-kiss.html' title='Baseball, Hot Dogs and the guy from KISS'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-115741964913113774</id><published>2006-08-31T21:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T20:14:01.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Woman has hallowed memories of Saratoga</title><summary type='text'>by Thomas DimopoulosThe Saratogian, Aug. 13, 2006The woman was standing by the side of the track, her eyes wet with tears.She had spoken to a track attendant and solemnly watched him walking away. He strolled back onto the dirt of the racecourse as the machines soothed the aching sod to get it ready for the next race.A few minutes earlier, the horses had all crossed the finish line, cheered on by</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/115741964913113774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=115741964913113774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/115741964913113774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/115741964913113774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2006/08/woman-has-hallowed-memories-of.html' title='Woman has hallowed memories of Saratoga'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-115741928969374394</id><published>2006-08-30T21:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T21:48:03.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerry Bailey Rides Again</title><summary type='text'>SARATOGA SPRINGS -  Seven months after calling it quits, Jerry Bailey was back in the saddle again.The jockey legend surprised a group of onlookers Friday morning at the National Museum of Racing and Hall of Fame, when he showed up to take a crack at the latest thoroughbred to call the Spa City home.This one, as yet un-named, is of the electronic variety. They call it a racing simulator, and as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/115741928969374394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=115741928969374394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/115741928969374394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/115741928969374394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2006/08/jerry-bailey-rides-again.html' title='Jerry Bailey Rides Again'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-115725237244658620</id><published>2006-08-28T22:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T12:38:12.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Course</title><summary type='text'>"The Dark Years at Saratoga Race Course,"by: THOMAS DIMOPOULOS, The Saratogian08/20/2006SARATOGA SPRINGS - "NO."The two letters that killed the summer of 1943 came on May 26 with the official announcement there would be no racing in the Spa City that year. The ban would eventually be extended to include the summers of '44 and '45, leaving many residents in fear that racing in Saratoga was gone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/115725237244658620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=115725237244658620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/115725237244658620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/115725237244658620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2006/08/dark-course.html' title='Dark Course'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-115664840229618824</id><published>2006-08-24T23:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T21:51:19.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cops and Jockeys: Play Ball</title><summary type='text'>Words &amp; pictures by Thomas Dimopoulospublished in The Saratogian, 2006.The lineup: The Jockeys. Javier Castellano (2B), Kent Desormeaux (RF), Mike Luzzi (1B),Eibar Coa (SS), Garrett Gomez (Short CF), Rudy Rodriguez (catcher), Herberto Castillo (3B),Channing Hill (CF), John Velazquez (P), Angel Cordero (P), Richard Migliore.SARATOGA SPRINGS – The Saratoga Jockeys and the New York State Police went</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/115664840229618824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=115664840229618824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/115664840229618824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/115664840229618824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2006/08/cops-and-jockeys-play-ball.html' title='Cops and Jockeys: Play Ball'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-115664782502794497</id><published>2006-08-24T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T23:03:45.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a name? If it's famous, everything</title><summary type='text'>The City of Troy has its Elizabeth Taylor, and Utica, its Jane Fonda.There is a Katie Holmes residing in South Glens Falls, a Michael Jackson in Fort Ann, and Schenectady has gone the way of Hogwarts and wizards with Harry Potter, living somewhere among its citizens."It's definitely more amusing to other people than it is to me," says Megan Ryan, who makes her home in Clifton Park, and is among </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/115664782502794497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=115664782502794497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/115664782502794497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/115664782502794497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2006/08/whats-in-name-if-its-famous-everything.html' title='What&apos;s in a name? If it&apos;s famous, everything'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-115664750256259132</id><published>2006-08-23T22:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T22:58:22.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Paul Newman takes a chair</title><summary type='text'>"Newman boosts Camp for Kids," The Saratogian, June 16, 2006. Words and Pictures by Thomas DimopoulosSARATOGA SPRINGS - He's played a pool hall hustler, a con artist and the western outlaw Butch Cassidy, last seen riding alongside the Sundance Kid. When the popular blue-eyed actor came to town Thursday, he showed up wearing a pair of canvas tennis shoes in his appearance as Paul Newman, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/115664750256259132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=115664750256259132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/115664750256259132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/115664750256259132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2006/08/paul-newman-takes-chair.html' title='Paul Newman takes a chair'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-115656514103862756</id><published>2006-08-21T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T00:05:41.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saratoga Race Course: Is that a Famous Face...or are you just wearing a Mod Mask?</title><summary type='text'>SARATOGA SPRINGS - Just like she does every year, Sue Quintal roused a group of girlfriends from their early morning slumber and hit the road for Saratoga.  'I've been coming to this racecourse since I was a kid,' said the North Troy woman, recalling the opening days she attended at Saratoga Race Course with her father.Now she comes with a group of friends who descend upon the track grounds just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/115656514103862756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=115656514103862756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/115656514103862756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/115656514103862756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2006/08/saratoga-race-course-is-that-famous.html' title='Saratoga Race Course: Is that a Famous Face...or are you just wearing a Mod Mask?'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-115656423560262805</id><published>2006-08-20T23:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T23:50:35.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return of Marylou Whitney</title><summary type='text'>By Thomas DimopoulosPublished in The SaratogianSARATOGA SPRINGS – Marylou Whitney has been known to make grand entrances in the past, but when  the popular socialite and philanthropist made an appearance in the Winner’s Circle at the Saratoga Race Course Saturday, she was greeted with a standing ovation from the large crowd who were happy to see her appear simply as herself.Whitney, who is a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/115656423560262805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=115656423560262805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/115656423560262805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/115656423560262805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2006/08/return-of-marylou-whitney.html' title='The Return of Marylou Whitney'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-115656297825095984</id><published>2006-08-19T23:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T23:37:55.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CSN&amp;Y: Protest Songs Relevant Again</title><summary type='text'>SARATOGA SPRINGS - We have all been here before.We have all been here before.We have all been here before.What began as a show of hands topped by two fingers raised in the classic peace salute, ended more than three hours later in carnage of white noise with fists of defiance thrusting into the air.The combined frustrations of an unpopular war, dissatisfaction with the government and solemn </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/115656297825095984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=115656297825095984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/115656297825095984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/115656297825095984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2006/08/csny-protest-songs-relevant-again.html' title='CSN&amp;Y: Protest Songs Relevant Again'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-115656197844079316</id><published>2006-08-08T23:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T23:17:36.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>John Fogerty: Bad Moon Rises on a Late Summer Eve</title><summary type='text'>SARATOGA SPRINGS - John Fogerty may have written the songs of your father's generation of rock 'n' roll, but from the opening volley of 'Travelin' Band' to the slash-and-burn encores 'Bad Moon Rising' and 'Proud Mary,' the 61-year-old rocker performed with a jubilant intensity at the Saratoga Performing Arts Center Sunday night that would shame performers one-third his age. Most of the tunes in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/115656197844079316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=115656197844079316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/115656197844079316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/115656197844079316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2006/08/john-fogerty-bad-moon-rises-on-late.html' title='John Fogerty: Bad Moon Rises on a Late Summer Eve'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-115423168039195306</id><published>2006-07-29T23:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T08:55:07.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bernardini at Saratoga: Go Jim Dandy, Go</title><summary type='text'>SARATOGA SPRINGS - Bernardini escorted into the paddock.Javier Castellano awaits his arrival.A crowd of 25,000 also waited for the arrival of the preakness winner on a sweltering afternoon interrupted by a summer thunderstorm.All images by Thomas Dimopoulos</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/115423168039195306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=115423168039195306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/115423168039195306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/115423168039195306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2006/07/bernardini-at-saratoga-go-jim-dandy-go.html' title='Bernardini at Saratoga: Go Jim Dandy, Go'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-115423213330022794</id><published>2006-07-29T23:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T08:54:16.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bernardini at the finish line</title><summary type='text'>The horses are called to the post.They're in the starting gate."And..." bellows the voice of announcer Tom Durkin, "they're off..."Approaching the finish line, with an obvious lead, Durkin remarks: “He didn’t even break a sweat, and it’s 90 degrees.”Bernardini by a mile.All images by Thomas Dimopoulos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/115423213330022794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=115423213330022794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/115423213330022794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/115423213330022794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2006/07/bernardini-at-finish-line.html' title='Bernardini at the finish line'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-115124775520470515</id><published>2006-06-25T10:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T11:02:35.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Springsteen: Righteous Train Pulls into Town</title><summary type='text'>SARATOGA SPRINGS - Bruce Springsteen came to town for his first Spa City concert in 22 years, bringing rock 'n' roll road warriors from across the Northeast to Saratoga Spa State Park. Click Springsteen HERE</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/115124775520470515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=115124775520470515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/115124775520470515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/115124775520470515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2006/06/springsteen-righteous-train-pulls-into.html' title='Springsteen: Righteous Train Pulls into Town'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-115016305701909290</id><published>2006-06-12T21:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T21:44:17.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vietnam Vet Recalls Threat of Nuclear War</title><summary type='text'> SARATOGA SPRINGS - Lee Nicholls stood on a patch of earth decorated with military stars and pointed his way around Congress Park to some of the projects he created for this city.  'That fountain over there,' he said, gesturing at a trickling waterfall. 'This planter at the top of the hill,' he said, nodding his head in the direction. 'The sign over there at the spring,' he offered, before </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/115016305701909290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=115016305701909290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/115016305701909290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/115016305701909290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2006/06/vietnam-vet-recalls-threat-of-nuclear.html' title='Vietnam Vet Recalls Threat of Nuclear War'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-115003839648637401</id><published>2006-06-11T10:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T11:06:36.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Promise</title><summary type='text'>          Lloyd Henry Kent. Grenada, Miss. Casualty Date: 1/12/68, South Vietnam. Age: 21.              Gregory Ellis Cox. Pleasant Hill, Calif. Casualty Date: 1/4/68, South Vietnam. Age: 20.Francis Paul Rybak. Syracuse, N.Y. Casualty Date: 1/5/68, South Vietnam. Age: 25.'I made a vow that I'd never forget those guys,' said Terry Neilen, who lives in Saratoga Springs and was a member of the 1-27 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/115003839648637401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=115003839648637401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/115003839648637401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/115003839648637401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2006/06/promise.html' title='The Promise'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-115003796076943774</id><published>2006-06-11T10:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T10:59:20.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vietnam Vet recalls Barcs at Qui Nhon</title><summary type='text'> SARATOGA SPRINGS - Hud Armstrong sat at his favorite Caroline Street table, where a tapestry of his drawings cover the restaurant walls, and remembered his time in Vietnam 40 years ago.  'My tour of duty wouldn't rate a movie,' he said, 'but yeah, I went. I was there. It wasn't being patriotic. I was just paying my dues.'A military draft has been used on and off in the United States since the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/115003796076943774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=115003796076943774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/115003796076943774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/115003796076943774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2006/06/vietnam-vet-recalls-barcs-at-qui-nhon.html' title='Vietnam Vet recalls Barcs at Qui Nhon'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-114965568304735050</id><published>2006-06-07T00:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T00:48:03.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From Tibet: A Fortune</title><summary type='text'>SARATOGA SPRINGS - Lobsang Choephel looked out the glass windows of the shop on Broadway,out at the cars whizzing down the avenue, at the pedestrians walking by in their summer clothes, andhe thought about how lucky he was to be standing there.“Fortunate,” he said, looking at Tenzin Norgay, a friend who he has known since childhood.“We are very fortunate to have made it here.”When the two men </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/114965568304735050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=114965568304735050' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/114965568304735050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/114965568304735050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2006/06/from-tibet-fortune.html' title='From Tibet: A Fortune'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-114879543824308016</id><published>2006-05-28T01:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T00:27:30.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Couple Remembers Son killed in War</title><summary type='text'>Denton Crocker recalled the first time he laid eyes on Jean-Marie. It was in a small seaside town 15 miles north of Boston."We were both living in Swampscott, Mass., a street apart from one another," remembered Crocker, as the couple sat on the green porch of a house with a pretty garden that the family has called home for more than 40 years. The house sits on a tree-lined street a few blocks </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/114879543824308016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=114879543824308016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/114879543824308016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/114879543824308016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2006/05/couple-remembers-son-killed-in-war.html' title='A Couple Remembers Son killed in War'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-114791480792277306</id><published>2006-05-17T21:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T21:13:27.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all in the HEAD-line</title><summary type='text'>Someone will die today. Somebody else will be married, and inside thepolice station, where the desk sergeant runs down the call log of allwhat has gone on during the previous 24 hours, all the drama of the citywill be boiled down into short, concise sentences.There was an attempted burglary, and a mistakenly dialed 911 call. Therewere complaints of loud music, an attempted suicide, and a couple </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/114791480792277306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=114791480792277306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/114791480792277306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/114791480792277306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-all-in-head-line.html' title='It&apos;s all in the HEAD-line'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-114640829166226633</id><published>2006-04-30T10:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T10:44:51.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Popular radio host airs anger over gas prices</title><summary type='text'>          In 2006, the revolution will be broadcast over the airwaves.           'Oh yeah, I know all about it,' said a truck driver named Tom, who spends his early morning hours maneuvering his 14-wheeler through the narrow streets of the city read more here</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/114640829166226633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=114640829166226633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/114640829166226633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/114640829166226633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2006/04/popular-radio-host-airs-anger-over-gas.html' title='Popular radio host airs anger over gas prices'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-114521943527536775</id><published>2006-04-16T16:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T19:41:44.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Community Mourns Its Loss</title><summary type='text'>April 16, 2006This introduces a new weekly column by staff writer Thomas Dimopoulos.         They came to try to understand. The reverend came to speak.'There are no real answers that we can understand,' said the Rev. Joyce deVelder, pastor of The Old Saratoga Reformed Church. 'We have to find a way to be able to live with our unanswerable questions.'   She told them God was nearby to tend to the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/114521943527536775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=114521943527536775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/114521943527536775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/114521943527536775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2006/04/community-mourns-its-loss.html' title='A Community Mourns Its Loss'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-114441351818602393</id><published>2006-04-07T08:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T19:09:32.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On Bruce Springsteen: Secret Meetings</title><summary type='text'>The date was set.I had a meeting across the river with The Magic Rat.     The Boss was making his summer plans and The Rat was going to tell all.It has been 22 years since Bruce Springsteen visited Saratoga Springs, on a rain-soaked Friday night in the summer of 1984. Now word on the street is that he will be coming back to town for the summer solstice.There were 30,000 witnesses that night in '</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/114441351818602393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=114441351818602393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/114441351818602393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/114441351818602393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2006/04/on-bruce-springsteen-secret-meetings.html' title='On Bruce Springsteen: Secret Meetings'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-114390973904343735</id><published>2006-04-01T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T19:06:59.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On Baseball, Blondie, and the end of the world as we know it</title><summary type='text'>Recent columns by Thomas DimopoulosBLONDIE is a Group. An Interview with Deborah Harry, Chris Stein and Clem  Burke, as they prepare to hit the road in 2006. 'You look good in blue. It matches your skin, your eyes dripping with pain,' the voice cooed. 'If it's alright with you - I could give you some head and shoulders to lie on.'This was New York, 1977, on the Bowery, where a view from the curb </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/114390973904343735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=114390973904343735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/114390973904343735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/114390973904343735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2006/04/on-baseball-blondie-and-end-of-world.html' title='On Baseball, Blondie, and the end of the world as we know it'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-114165019504167883</id><published>2006-03-04T07:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T08:03:15.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Springtime in Italy</title><summary type='text'>by Thomas Dimopoulos In the city of Gaeta, Italy, the morning begins with a shot of espresso and ends, as it sometimes does, beneath a double rainbow arcing over the bay.The seaside town is year-round home to the 20,000 Gaetani who live on the historic peninsula, which juts out from the eastern coast of Italy on the Tyrrhenian Sea.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/114165019504167883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=114165019504167883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/114165019504167883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/114165019504167883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2006/03/springtime-in-italy.html' title='Springtime in Italy'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-114165044346737090</id><published>2006-03-03T08:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T08:07:23.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Monte Orlando looms high above the shoreline and features a natural split of the mountain, crowned by the first century mausoleum of a Roman general and featuring a split mountain - La Montagna Spaccata - which local legend says was created as the earth violently shook when Christ died.From the top of the mountain split, there is a steep view straight down to a sea level grotto and the sprawling </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/114165044346737090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=114165044346737090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/114165044346737090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/114165044346737090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2006/03/monte-orlando-looms-high-above.html' title=''/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-114165077916855368</id><published>2006-03-02T08:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T08:12:59.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On the long, thin cobblestone roads lined by palm trees, the architecture rises on marble, brick and a mixture of stones - the mortar of many civilizations.Beneath a sky dotted with ancient spires, bell towers and crucifixes whose churches date from the 10th century, the restaurants feature distinctive local delicacies of fresh seafood, Gaeta olives and tiella - a pizza-calzone type combo filled </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/114165077916855368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=114165077916855368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/114165077916855368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/114165077916855368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2006/03/on-long-thin-cobblestone-roads-lined.html' title=''/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-114165119256043227</id><published>2006-03-01T08:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T08:19:52.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The city of Sperlonga sits nearby, on the coastline drive along the Via Flacca. The labyrinth-like village of white-washed buildings and hidden, winding stone roads is painted in red-brick doorways and touches of Mediterranean blue. At its center, a café serves cappuccino, espresso and Long Island Iced Tea.A few miles away, through narrow winding mountainous roads of the city of Terracina, is the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/114165119256043227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=114165119256043227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/114165119256043227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/114165119256043227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2006/03/city-of-sperlonga-sits-nearby-on.html' title=''/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-114165168462814224</id><published>2006-02-28T08:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T09:14:50.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Driving south, the road to Naples is lined with local specialties like Buffalo Mozzarella - too watery to cook with but served sliced with fresh tomatoes and olive oil - and really Real Neapolitan Pizza. The road leads to the city of Pompeii, sitting in the shadow of Mount Vesuvius.Pompeii was built in 7 B.C. and lasted until the early light of a late August morning in 79 A.D. Overcome by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/114165168462814224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=114165168462814224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/114165168462814224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/114165168462814224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2006/02/driving-south-road-to-naples-is-lined.html' title=''/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-114158578224616621</id><published>2006-02-25T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T09:08:52.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oscar Night:  Hollywood meets Saratoga Springs</title><summary type='text'>SARATOGA SPRINGS - With all eyes focused on Hollywood, and the movie world gathered tosalute the best of the year, actor Philip Seymour Hoffman, director Bennett Miller and writer Dan Futterman closely watched the ceremonies to see it all play out.The trio collaborated on the multi-nominated film 'Capote.' The fuse that sparked the trio's collaboration was lit in a Saratoga Springs theater group </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/114158578224616621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=114158578224616621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/114158578224616621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/114158578224616621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2006/02/oscar-night-hollywood-meets-saratoga.html' title='Oscar Night:  Hollywood meets Saratoga Springs'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-114151245427093184</id><published>2006-02-23T17:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T17:47:34.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Laura Hillenbrand likes The Smiths</title><summary type='text'>by Thomas DimopoulosRight from the start, like a fury of thoroughbreds storming out of the gate, the box office numbers were staggering.“Seabiscuit” was in more than 2,400 theaters, brought in nearly $50 million and sat perched at the No. 4 spot in the entire country - all in just the first two weeks of its release.And Laura Hillenbrand, the author of the book "Seabiscuit," is exhausted.On </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/114151245427093184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=114151245427093184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/114151245427093184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/114151245427093184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2006/02/laura-hillenbrand-likes-smiths.html' title='Laura Hillenbrand likes The Smiths'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-114151183965797073</id><published>2006-02-21T17:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T17:37:19.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Man O' War on the heels of Seabiscuit</title><summary type='text'>by Thomas DimopoulosSARATOGA SPRINGS - When 'Seabiscuit' was topping the bestseller charts and drawing millions of moviegoers to theaters across the nation, author Laura Hillenbrand was asked if she had any interest in applying her lyrical magic to the great horse Man O' War.'I'll need to look elsewhere,' Hillenbrand responded. 'A wonderful writer named Dorothy Ours is now completing 'Chained </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/114151183965797073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=114151183965797073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/114151183965797073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/114151183965797073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2006/02/man-o-war-on-heels-of-seabiscuit.html' title='Man O&apos; War on the heels of Seabiscuit'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-114039469632328723</id><published>2006-02-19T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T19:18:16.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Murder, Madness and Abraham Lincoln</title><summary type='text'>          LOUDONVILLE - The noises had been heard for decades, floating into the bedroom from a spot behind the wall.          At first, there was the eerie sound of giggling. Then, a woman's anguished cry would follow the startling cannon of a single gun shot, ripping into the darkness of night. Over the course of a half-century, and precisely at the stroke of midnight on April 14, residents </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/114039469632328723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=114039469632328723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/114039469632328723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/114039469632328723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2006/02/murder-madness-and-abraham-lincoln.html' title='Murder, Madness and Abraham Lincoln'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-114014012350862637</id><published>2006-02-18T20:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T20:35:23.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Hockey For Ya</title><summary type='text'>It's 4:30 Sunday morning when the alarm clock buzzes with enough arrogance to wake the dead.It's dark. It's cold. And it's Sunday. The reasons to stay in bed seriously outnumber the motivation to get up. But it's tournament time for Saratoga Youth Hockey Pee Wees, and there's a lot to get done.Children need to be roused from their sleep, meals need to be prepared and sleepy pre-teen players need </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/114014012350862637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=114014012350862637' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/114014012350862637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/114014012350862637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2006/02/thats-hockey-for-ya.html' title='That&apos;s Hockey For Ya'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-114014161165009164</id><published>2006-02-17T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T21:00:11.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight Night</title><summary type='text'>A series of images whiz across the tabletop of the local café, courtesy of Zachary Lynch's portable laptop computer.Along with the slideshow presentation is a short video of barefoot warriors in training, accompanied by the rhythmic pop-pop-pop of closed-fist hitting open glove. In Lynch's arms are dozens of more colorful images that come tumbling onto the table, depicting the fighters in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/114014161165009164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=114014161165009164' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/114014161165009164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/114014161165009164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2006/02/fight-night.html' title='Fight Night'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-114014108061146945</id><published>2006-02-16T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T20:51:20.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going the Distance</title><summary type='text'>Their instructions were: Show up 4 o'clock at building 5 and wear black, according to Mike Zimmerman, who was celebrating his nuptials on that day.'We said 'We're not telling anybody there. We're just going to do it.'''It's just the most stunning place,' Zimmerman said of the massive building 5 gallery at Mass MoCA, which features an installation created by artist Ann Hamilton.'The artist made </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/114014108061146945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=114014108061146945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/114014108061146945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/114014108061146945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2006/02/going-distance.html' title='Going the Distance'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-114014085299570400</id><published>2006-02-15T20:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T20:47:33.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Betting on the Bunny</title><summary type='text'>SARATOGA SPRINGS - David Breeze is standing in his bedroom on the top floor of an apartment overlooking Broadway. Posters of Arnold Schwarzenegger as a young bodybuilder hang one side of the wall. Just below the posters is a corkboard where push pins hold up snapshots of Shania Twain.Breeze points to the photos of the singer and lets out a sigh.‘Shania Twain. I’m going to go see her on Saturday. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/114014085299570400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=114014085299570400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/114014085299570400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/114014085299570400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2006/02/betting-on-bunny.html' title='Betting on the Bunny'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-114013777945631437</id><published>2006-02-14T19:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T19:56:19.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beat Goes On</title><summary type='text'>SARATOGA SPRINGS - Talk show host and comedienne Rosie O’Donnell calls her the funniest women she’s ever met, and Ray Romano - from “Everyone Loves Raymond” - thinks she's "fantastic."On thi day, the object of so much affection is seated at a sidewalk café that overlooks Broadway. She sips carbonated water from a tall bottle; its blue glass matches her outfit nicely.The table where she sits is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/114013777945631437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=114013777945631437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/114013777945631437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/114013777945631437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2006/02/beat-goes-on.html' title='The Beat Goes On'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-114013900703606497</id><published>2006-02-13T19:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T20:16:47.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dasboard Confessional from inside the taxicab</title><summary type='text'>SARATOGA SPRINGS - His days are long. The nights even longer. And this time of year, it can get downright strange.For the men and women behind the wheel of local taxis, the activity heats up with the weather.Dale Van Arenem works the day shift during the week and every other Saturday as a cab driver in Saratoga Springs.“There’s a big difference between the earlier part of the year, and what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/114013900703606497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=114013900703606497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/114013900703606497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/114013900703606497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2006/02/dasboard-confessional-from-inside.html' title='Dasboard Confessional from inside the taxicab'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-114013940262409664</id><published>2006-02-12T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T20:23:22.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trash to Treasure</title><summary type='text'>SARATOGA SPRINGS - Eight steps down the concrete stairwell, Stuart Armstrong stands behind a waist-high glass counter.Displayed inside the case is an assortment of silver and gold-covered trinkets. A large framed picture depicting an oil-painted Jesus leans crooked against the counter, framed by a large pair of red stenciled placards that warn “Keep OFF The Grass.”Immediately above, the image of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/114013940262409664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=114013940262409664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/114013940262409664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/114013940262409664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2006/02/trash-to-treasure.html' title='Trash to Treasure'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15599246.post-113996117850233196</id><published>2006-02-11T18:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T18:52:58.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TANG goes BANG inside The Head</title><summary type='text'>SARATOGA SPRINGS - John Weber knew he was taking a risk. "To me, one of the great things about having a 'teaching museum' at the Tang is that you can experiment with things like this," he said. Still, the Tang's Dayton Director had no idea what to expect. Deliveries had been arriving by the truckload for weeks in preparation of the museum's mammoth new seven-month exhibition "And Therefore I Am."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/feeds/113996117850233196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15599246&amp;postID=113996117850233196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/113996117850233196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15599246/posts/default/113996117850233196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lettersfromthomas.blogspot.com/2006/02/tang-goes-bang-inside-head.html' title='TANG goes BANG inside The Head'/><author><name>thomas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12235938507972970660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
