Sorry for the day or two off, here’s three photos to catch up with. Here we are in the very cool Mercado de San Miguel. Inside are a whole bunch of specialty shops, most single purpose – one for meats, one for cheese, one for nuts, and of course wine and beer bars. More photos from here tomorrow…
The Sun’s editorial this week echoes my viewpoint from a month ago on the Foit’s property. Hamburg’s known as the town that friendship built and most folks outside of the town say Hamburg definitely is a “pro-business” community. But when it comes to an issue involving a Hamburg business owner and a prime piece of…
Former CTRC President, Russell Pawlak, has passed away after a long battle with cancer. Russell was a tireless supporter of the Terminal, taking it from the pipe dream of a bunch of preservationists, to a successful event venue, bringing thousands of people per year back to the East Side of Buffalo. The Central Terminal Restoration…
So, I got this email from Premier Wines/Prime Wines/Prestige Wines begging me to help it keep wine out of supermarkets with what has to be the weakest, most self-serving arguments ever: Don’t let “Big Box Greed” endanger your friends and family. • Wine in 16,000 more outlets means more traffic fatalities • Five times more…
Two… months… later… Well, that time disappeared in a snap! I think the biggest thing we’ve learned so far is that regardless of how well developed your plans are when you walk in to meet with a builder, you will still go through six months of revisions before really starting. For efficiency’s sake, we scaled…
We have a hole in the ground! Only problem… we don’t technically have a building permit yet. They can’t set the footers until they have the permit. We’ve been stuck in this loop of the building inspector saying he’s going to issue the permit, but first wanted the fire chief to give an opinion on…
This weekend was the last weekend in our old house. We haven`t been living there for over a week now (moving back home with your family is another post all together), so each time we went back to continue packing and clean a bit, it felt less and less like home. The emptiness I have…