Jill Gussow’s homage to the raucous crows of the South Wedge

Yesterday on the first day of our Indian Summer gift from somewhere, leaving downtown on my bicycle towards the University of Rochester, two choices. To the┬áright of the river, looping past the old Civil War encampment, the bird mural on the abandoned warehouse and over the pedestrian bridge, or swooning to the left, past the … Continue reading Jill Gussow’s homage to the raucous crows of the South Wedge