My first impression of the First Niagara Rochester Fringe Festival was a man with a white painted face, candy apple red nose, fingerless gloves, and
Whether or not you subscribe to the idea that everyone is Irish on St. Patrick’s Day, it can’t be denied: the Celtic country has a
The plazas and big box stores of Dewey Avenue frame a solid facade for subur- ban streets trailing into the night. One particular shop, though, lodged
Few lights burn along the hills west of Conesus Lake. A living room TV flickers here, raccoon eyes glow there—and then, a pair of headlights,
A barroom crowd of maybe forty gathers around tables and chairs discussing Rochester’s potential to nurse startup businesses into existence. Students and professors from RIT
