Falconer members walked away after two days of competition at the 2026 New York State FBLA State Leadership Conference with several awards. Nine members traveled to compete against nearly 800 students from around the state. Falconer students secured first place with their Chapter Business ...
We have been traveling for 18 days on our uncharted, breakout trip to New England, after 16 months of staying close to home because of Covid-19 restrictions. We have seen breathtaking views, heard interesting stories, searched for eateries and overnight accommodations and happened upon ...
After my husband, Fred, and I had had enough of staying close to home for over a year, we decided it was time to take to the road again. I would have been alarmed to see how close to comfortable we had become with the earlier situation, if not for our frequent drives on many back ...
My husband and I decided it was past time to get on the road, therefore we left home on fairly short notice and have traveled through the Finger Lakes area, looked at a few locks and have happily wandered around Vermont and New Hampshire. All of this was done without a plan, other than to ...
A very long period of staying relatively close to home, caused my spouse and me to break out for an impulse trip. Our only goal was to head toward New England. We planned to take the road less traveled and turn where we saw signs telling of something of interest ahead. We did a bit of backtracking, but not much. Besides, who cares? As of this writing we have spent three nights in New York and two in Vermont. After finding a room in Rutland, Vt., we set out to explore and found something of interest as we drove into nearby Proctor. John Sutherland, the first settler in Proctor, ...
I have never been best friends with Lake Erie. I grew up less than 15 miles from its shores in a suburb of Buffalo but I only knew it slightly better than I knew the Indian Ocean, which isn’t saying much. My summers were spent here by our own small lake, of which I could always see the comforting hills on the other side. I could drive around it, sail across it and sit beside it, always knowing where I stood in relation to the rest of the world. Lake Erie always felt like an angry, distant cousin—one that I would never really understand. It was terribly polluted for most of my ...
