Wow. Three Years Already: Thinking About Dad Today

It’s definitely a different feeling, but I’m not sure I can quantify how. Dad died Palm Sunday, 2010. Three years ago today. Today’s a different day, though. I’m writing this in an attempt to figure out how or why it’s different. It just is. Time just brings up different feelings, is all. I haven’t accidentally … Continue reading Wow. Three Years Already: Thinking About Dad Today

I Really Love Winter: Until I freaking SNAP!

Originally appeared on WBEN.com, February 18, 2013 I’m a Buffalo guy, born and raised. All of my great grandparents called Buffalo home. My Buffaloness runs deep, which is probably in part why I was having a familiar conversation just last week…”Man, this winter’s been pretty easy!” Not easy like last winter when we didn’t really … Continue reading I Really Love Winter: Until I freaking SNAP!

Buffalo in the 20’s: Booze Bust in The Valley

BUFFALO BOOZE BUST… Wouldn’t it have been great if Irv Weinstein would have been around to write Prohibition stories? The papers were filled with them almost every day. I like this one in particular– because it took place in a bar my ol’man would buy 55 years later. The text is a bit hard to read: … Continue reading Buffalo in the 20’s: Booze Bust in The Valley

I’m a hoarder, but it’s ok: I hoard cool stuff

By Steve Cichon | steve@buffalostories.com | @stevebuffalo There are two kinds of people: Those that save, and those that throw out. Me? Um, are you really asking? The problem is, I have bunches or really cool stuff that make other people jealous. Stuff that I don’t need, and would be happy to get rid of, … Continue reading I’m a hoarder, but it’s ok: I hoard cool stuff

I’m a scofflaw. Don’t judge: Why you won’t see me leaving the library with books….

This is embarrassing, and I feel like I have to explain myself. I love libraries. I mean, even for people who love libraries, I love libraries. I was a library aide at Orchard Park Middle School. On the off chance I had lunch or an off period in high school, I was in the library. … Continue reading I’m a scofflaw. Don’t judge: Why you won’t see me leaving the library with books….

Donuts & Booze: Happy Birthday 60th Birthday, Dad

By Steve Cichon | steve@buffalostories.com | @stevebuffalo Today my ol’man would have been 60 years old. I miss him, but he’s really not that far away… He fills my heart and my brain. For example, were he around today, it would’ve gone like this: We’d walk in the door, and he’d yell in an exaggerated … Continue reading Donuts & Booze: Happy Birthday 60th Birthday, Dad

My Cardiac Adventure: What I learned on a trip to the hospital

Its with mixed emotions I find myself morphing into my dad more and more on a daily basis. I’m really amused by some of the small things, and, in the way that slowly seeped into my being after spending so much time with my ol’man, I just don’t give a shit (pardon my language, but … Continue reading My Cardiac Adventure: What I learned on a trip to the hospital

Fathers Day 2011: Some Thoughts on All the Fathers in my Life

By Steve Cichon | steve@buffalostories.com | @stevebuffalo I’ve been blessed with fathers in my life. I was lucky to have the best dad that anyone could ever ask for; which is what every son and daughter created in their old man’s image will say. I mean how can I not: from my stubby fingers, to … Continue reading Fathers Day 2011: Some Thoughts on All the Fathers in my Life

Max the Dog: 15 Jun 2001- 14 May 2011

By Steve Cichon | steve@buffalostories.com | @stevebuffalo BUFFALO, NY — As I begin to write this, I’m sitting here, typing with one hand on my phone, petting Max with the other, waiting for the call from the vet to bring him in. For the last time. He hasn’t eaten in 5 days, won’t even look at … Continue reading Max the Dog: 15 Jun 2001- 14 May 2011

Happy Birthday, Dad… His First in Heaven

Today is the 59th anniversary of my ol’man breathing his first breath, born December 10, 1951. He was born a couple of months premature, and in 1951, that was usually a death sentence. Born in the middle of a raging snow storm, on the 4th or 5th floor of a big tenement-looking, now long-torn-down apartment … Continue reading Happy Birthday, Dad… His First in Heaven