If you don’t know it by now, I like to tell stories. While I enjoy spinning yarns on historical events that captivate audiences, I much prefer those drama-in-(my)-real-life vignettes that allow me to explore fun lessons I lived through. Indeed, one of the first Carosa Commentary columns published in these pages told a coming-of-age tale that really took place at the bus stop when I was in fourth grade. It was a three-part series (that began with “Terror at the School Bus Stop—A True-Life Story (Part I),” Mendon-Honeoye Falls-Lima Sentinel, January 11, 1990).
The trouble with these personal stories is that they’re personal. Unless I can figure out a way Continue Reading “The Empirical Past vs. The Remembered Past”










On The Wings Of Butterflies
I recently attended a presentation. Nothing unusual about this. This time of year, I attend a lot of presentations. And, as is the norm, I sat in the front row.
There’s a reason for that. Sometimes presenters make their PowerPoint font one size too small to read from anywhere but the front row. Also, if I have a question, it’s easier for the presenter to hear me.
Now, there is a downside to this seating choice. Not only does it make the speaker more Continue Reading “On The Wings Of Butterflies”