#Buffalo Syllabus: A Love Letter to Black Buffalo
The Buffalo Syllabus, then, exists not only as a love letter to Black Buffalo, but as a remembrance and acknowledgement. It serves to fill in gaps and correct narratives.
The Buffalo Syllabus, then, exists not only as a love letter to Black Buffalo, but as a remembrance and acknowledgement. It serves to fill in gaps and correct narratives.
In nineteenth-century upstate New York, demons came knocking.
It’s two hours before kickoff in a tailgate parking lot adjacent to New Era Field, home of the Buffalo Bills, and a man jumps from the roof of an RV.
Fatima Darwish El Nashef needed air, so she left her apartment and strolled through the Elmwood Village neighborhood of Buffalo. She had been feeling like a zombie, adjusting to a new home while constantly thinking about the hell she had left behind in Syria.
Buffalo, NY isn't always considered to be part of the Midwest, but in Belt Publishing's How To Speak Midwestern, author Edward McClelland defines the area as the land west of Exit 41 on the New York State Thruway, east of the Missouri River, and north of the Ohio River.
Our story begins with a chance meeting in Buffalo at Nietzsche’s. It was a winter Sunday afternoon in 1988 and both of our groups were scheduled to play together.
By Matt Stansberry In The Death and Life of the Great Lakes, journalist Dan Egan makes the case that the [...]
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This is the book I wish existed when I moved to Buffalo. It’s a book for long-time residents who want to spend a few minutes or an afternoon thinking about their city. It’s for those who’ve moved away but still feel nostalgic when they get a whiff of Cheerios or see a towering elm or watch the Bills fumble in the end zone.
My wife says I spend five days a year in dear Buffalo, and 360 nights there in my dreams. [...]