Tuning In

Tuning In

Tami S. Zimmerman, an award-winning writer, is the editor of Eagle Bulletin and the DeWitt Times.

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Sep

School woes

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My soon-to-be 6 year-old nephew began his first day of first grade in tears this morning. He put on a brave face until he saw that monstrous yellow bus heading his way, and he just couldn't pull it off any longer. Tears streamed down his face and he clung to his mom in hopes she could make it all disappear.

There is no age that isn't difficult. We as adults sometimes wish we were kids again when "things were oh so easy" but if you really think back, I mean really think back - were they so simple? We like to think so. That's how we remember childhood - no bills, no relationship woes, no cares...

CATEGORY: General Society

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Sep

Mill Run Park: A local gem endangered?

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Mill Run Park: Local gem endangered?
A recent move to Manlius has found me biking on beautiful roads I never thought I’d bike on, and taking in parks and woodlands I only used to write about for the paper.

Last week, my boyfriend and I entered Three Falls Woods. We hiked the narrow, tree-lined paths and even had a nice jog through parts of the idyllic setting. The smell of the outdoors was so refreshing, and even though we were moments away from a housing track and busy road, you would never know. It was so very serene.

We also took a walk through Mill Run Park, which has a distinct feel from Three Falls Woods. When I walk through Mill Run, I sense more life and vivacity. It’s peaceful but in a more populated way...

CATEGORY: General Society

TAGS: mill, run, park

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Sep

My Huffy and me

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So I’ve been biking more than usual lately. Since my recent move to Manlius, I’ve used my Huffy more in the past few weeks than I have in the past 10 years.
Wiping off the inch-deep dust from storing it in the basement for so long, I rode the bike around the neighborhood only to complain that the gears switch hard and the brakes squeak loud. It didn’t take long to swing over to Wayne’s on Erie Boulevard to grab their sympathetic ear.
But alas, it did not work. I eyed the bikes lined in rows throughout the store only to find I had no clue as to what I was looking for. I asked for help and got minimal advice. It was a Sunday afternoon. I guess they had the right. So I went home, and to my dismay, moved my ocean blue Huffy to the village with me...

CATEGORY: General Society

TAGS: huffy, bike, riding

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