Crowley Webb Blog

ahh, spring!

by david buck

geez, it's been warm lately. unseasonably so. green grass revealed, delusional birds flying every which way, a rememberance of the sensation we call warmth, and...drum roll...litter! trash everywhere you look. blowing against fences, dancing in front of my windshield, decorating the front lawns of our neighborhoods. come on people, what is wrong with you? have a little pride. i love my adopted city. i extoll its virtues with conviction. only, why do we have to be such pigs? as you travel west in this country, you will see a marked decrease of the litter problem. so, i implore you, good citizens. let's clean up our act!

October 12, 2007

by Pete Reiling

It is not uncommon for people from Buffalo to ask themselves why they live where they do. I myself have often wondered how the first Europeans who settled here rationalized the decision to stay put after their first brutal winter.

And all the winters after that. And the other catastrophes, large and small. The city's history is laden with disappointments and difficulties - some economic, some meteorological, some related to professional sporting teams.

One year ago today, a freak storm dumped a freak amount of snow on Buffalo's trees, still fully leaved. The resulting weight brought countless branches to the ground and left the trees, one of our unambiguously beautiful treasures, damaged and changed forever.

But, for the most part, they're still here. Their survival and resilience is perhaps too easy a metaphor for this odd city and its people, but there it is. And here we are.