Love Note #35: Every time I visit the East End, I feel your pulse.


Every time I visit the East End, I feel your pulse. Whether the evening is warm and sultry like tonight or cold and windy in February, there is a powerful heartbeat right around The Little Theatre.

Tonight, I attended a documentary showing at The Little and more than 150 people packed the theater to watch a documentary about the great Marlon Brando. In that room, and in The Little Cafe, and at Hart's Grocers and at Matthews and at City Grill and Murphy's Law and Matt Groaning's and Arena's Florist and Spin Cafe, the air was pulsing with people, sounds, music, and energy. 

You have a pulse, my pretty lady. A strong pulse. And more often than not, I feel it strongest around The East End. From that pulse, you are doing so well. Good health for years to come.

- Tom Proietti

Love Note #34 (kind of): Why, Statistically Speaking, You Should Live in Rochester, NY

We received this message from Dr. Amol Shrikhande via email. Dr. Shrikhande did more than write Rochester a Love Note...he wrote a book:

Dear Rochester Love Notes,

As a transplant to Rochester in 2010, I was struck by the discrepancy between the often poor perception of Rochester outside the region and the remarkably pleasant reality that exists.     

In a grassroots effort to help rebrand the region, I recently wrote a very short book entitled Rochesternomics: Why, Statistically Speaking, You Should Live in Rochester, NY.  The hope of the book is to use objective data to overcome perception and reveal a hidden gem. Eleven areas are highlighted, namely economy, education, music/art, leisure, cost of living, commute times, weather, taxes, transportation, ingenuity, and onward thinking.

Here is the link on Amazon which provides a look inside:

I am emailing simply to bring this resource to your attention, as I thought it might be of interest to you!


Thank you.


Amol Shrikhande








Love Note #31: For Valentine’s Day - a Library Love Letter in Three Parts

 This post came to Rochester Love Notes in belated recognition of Valentine's Day.

From Lawrence Jones of Rochester:

"I've been meaning to send a love note to Rochester for a while.  A Valentine's Day prompt at the Monroe Branch Library finally got me to do it. 

Hope you like it!"


When we moved to Rochester, there were five things that seemed exceptionally cool about living here:

  1. Great old houses at ridiculously low prices by national standards (California, Boston, NYC, DC…)
  2. The Erie Canal towpath, where you and your kids can bicycle without any cars to worry about.
  3. The park system.  No place else can touch the combined quality and quantity of our parks. 
  4. The Public Market on Saturday morning is fun, cheap, healthy and diverse – all good.
  5. The amazing Monroe County Library System, where you can borrow anything free for 1 to 3 weeks.  At Central, they’ll even let you borrow artwork for your walls!

When I made this list back in 1994, the papers raging in a stadium debate.  Yes, papers – amazingly Rochester had two daily newspapers until 1997!  The debate was whether the Red Wings really needed a new stadium? Where is it going to be located?  Who is paying all this?  As an inveterate book lover, I quickly found my way to the beautiful, Art Deco styled Rundel Library building, nestled along the east bank of the Genesee River.  There I found that another public works project was in the planning stages: a massive expansion of the Central Library collection into a new four story building directly across the street.  There would be two big libraries – connected by a tunnel underneath South Avenue!  What struck me as a newcomer was that there was no debate about expanding the downtown library.  No raging editorials about whether it was really needed or hand-wringing about who was going to pay for it.  The unspoken message: of course it was needed and it was a good community investment.  As a fan of both books and baseball, this said a lot about my new home.


Looking back at my list of the five things I initially loved about Rochester, buyers still get more house for their money here than most anywhere else in the United States.  I’m embarrassed that I don’t use the Public Market, Towpath or the amazing park system more often – they’re all still great.  And the library?  No embarrassment there, as I use it every single week!  I can’t imagine living here without it. 



When I moved to Rochester, the library system just blew me away. It is so awesome that one card gives you lending privileges in over 30 libraries, all over Monroe County!  Even better, these 30 electronic catalogs are automatically searched together.  It is perhaps our very best example of the city, the suburbs, the towns and  villages all working together toward the public good, in a seamless fashion. 


In 2013, I visited a great bookstore in Cambridge, Mass.  I bought a couple of books and then wrote down the titles of 16 others that looked interesting.  When I returned to Rochester, I looked up all 18 of them in the catalog: the Monroe County Public Library system owned 15 of the 18.  That’s an impressive 83%!  The Monroe County Library System rocks!  We’re all stronger together than we are separately. 



One great thing about the Monroe Branch, is that there isn’t a children’s section or a children’s room: they have a whole FLOOR!  The whole lower level is for kids, complete with its own entrance.  Kids don’t have to worry much about making too much noise at the library or wandering where they shouldn’t. 


Mary Claire, Cherin and company are just great people.  They are the kind of people who, if they found your wallet and it looked a bit thin, they add cash of their own before returning it. They are also great library people.  As one example, some branches have gotten rid of older, quality children’s books due to wear and tear.  At Monroe they tend to patch them up because they know they’re irreplaceable.  And that is what the library is: irreplaceable.  I feel so very fortunate to have access to this amazing resource.

Love Note #27: I saw dilapidated houses become vacant lots which would become flourishing vegetable gardens

I am: a nursing-intent student at the College at Brockport

Years in Rochester: 12 - 1 (1 year in Buffalo since l began living in upstate) = 11

Current Home: Ogden, New York

Dear Rochester,

My first encounter with you had me mispronouncing your name as a toddler who had trouble pronouncing his R's. You see, I was traveling with my parents and sister from my then home in Westbury, part of Nassau County on Long Island, through a county named Westchester and onto the eastern reaches of Western New York. This travel, over the river (I have come to know as the Genesee) and through the woods, or more often cornfields, to Grandmother's house in Ogden. I’ve found that I can’t even blame my juvenile pronunciation of Rochester on my weak Long Island accent! Though linguistics aside, I arrived in Rochester a decade later with all the skepticism of a just-outside-of New Yorker trying to find the city that so many people told me about.

During my first years in the area, I kept to myself some as I tried to make sense of the cornfields located in what people called suburbs. Sure I had seen them on visits, but this part of New York always resembled rural countryside to my naïve vision. Rochester, you then were elusive and mysterious at first and I was shallow and homesick. It took time to appreciate what made you different than the metropolitan area of the Big Apple.

In time I ventured out of doors and deepened my love for nature and history as I learned about your footpaths. Hiking trails that had been created along historic canals taught me about what shaped your towns and villages in the early 19th century made me more aware of what made this community. They made and created a settling place together instead of on their own. Together for the sake of community instead of fame. This doesn’t stop people from rising to celebrity from your unique neighborhoods and diligent suburbs. When you do cast light the national fame o those who have had their roots here I saw that you celebrated that it took a village to shape these lives. When those same people left the spotlight for a time, you remembered them for their contributions to the creative arts, the competitions of sports, and the world of philanthropy and business. It was always about how the community was made better by these lives and not how one person accomplished something on their own. 

As I saw remnants of your flour city days in the fields of winter wheat and the rumbles of the Star of the West milling company on my errands to Churchville, smelled blossoms of the flower city every spring and summer along tree limbs and dotting your spacious parks, I began to see a city that defined itself as more than its straggling winter –complains aside! Dear Rochester, you were quiet, and I had to shush a place in my mind for noise that I had acquired from the din of Long Island Expressway traffic, and listen to the echoes of the past still being lived out in the present. I waited for lift bridges that fell and rose in Adams Basin and Spencerport and sang about low bridges and mules. These were bridges to the past that carried the future. These were beautiful connections for your community to share, for everyone to enjoy. 

And yet as I came to enjoy the heritage and legacy of canals through the Genesee Valley and reaching the west from the east towards Lake Erie, something began to bother me about your present reality. Something that, in your neighborhoods and towns that stained the fabric that I had come to love. What seemed so bright and hopeful began to appear as bleak as I entered neighborhoods that had become ruined from industrial decay and economic neglect. Inequality was straining the image of community that so endeared me to your people. I began to see the poverty and economic disparity that left the suburbs comfortable and happy and many of your city neighborhoods and schools struggling for a piece of the pie. I saw the paradox when the same conditions of squalor hid in the suburbs and shined in prosperity along famous avenues in your city proper. When Wegman's began to close stores in corners of your city that were economically fragile, I felt my heart sink. Where was the community that cared for and came together for its neighbors? 

It was more than the broken windows in empty factories and the poverty that was maligned by thoughts I'd heard in the suburbs about laziness and welfare. It was the lack of understanding that didn't seem apparent. Rochester, I knew I could be idealistic, but these disparities left me and you hurting. I didn’t want to give up on you, especially when I heard of neighbors empowering each other and working together with the police to prevent and stop criminal activity or when I heard your store owners talk about the need to give the city a chance. 

I cautiously began to express my doubts about moving in with you if these realities afflicted the greater community. I knew of people that cared for these concerns and listened to the people the afflicted. I began to see a flicker of light in neighborhoods that seemed to always be shadowed by better times. People wanted to make a difference for your future. What was that light that beckoned me to come and see? I soon heard you whisper to me, to my heart I heard about a whisper of persistent and urgent need. I began to listen to voices that spoke about something changing in your streets. I heard the growling empty stomachs and empathized with shivering mothers looking for a way to survive your frigid winters. I wanted to join them, and found something deeper in the heart of a community that showed its strength yet again, in outstretched hands of synergy and friendship. 

Your outstretched arms invited me in to see how I could work with others empowering your life. I heard about these gathering places that dreamed and hoped. Cameron Community Ministries, Dimitri House, Mary's Place, the Gandhi Institute for Nonviolence, Partners In Restorative Initiatives, the Greater Rochester Community of Churches, the Rochester Area Interfaith Hospitality Network, Flower City Habitat for Humanity, Foodlink – I could go on. Organizations people had created to listen to the needs of your hurting neighborhoods in a desire to empower your network of caring people and strengthen the community at large. When I volunteered in your soup kitchens and community gardens, reaching out to people without enough food stamps and those with income insecurity or with refugees trying to learn English and a way to live with a new climate and culture, I saw a vision for the future that was built on a legacy of mutual support. I saw dilapidated houses become vacant lots which would become flourishing vegetable gardens that could feed the surrounding neighborhood with fresh produce that could help make a healthy life more affordable and more attainable. I heard gratitude and trust being rebuilt after years of disappointment and fear.   

Most of all, I heard the voices that I could join in these efforts and find a way to care and nurture a sense of purpose. In learning to listen to your collective voices speaking strong, truthful words. These are words that encourage all to participate and be engaged in responsibility of a relationship with you, Rochester. Your real challenges are met by real hearts that remember and include people from every walk of life. While not always perfect, your people are devoted to learning and educating themselves and each other in ways to be sustained through real challenges.

Your community is your greatest asset, and though it has struggled with the real issues, it has become stronger through the hope that everyone can become a part of its interconnected chain. If I have found a home, it is knowing that you have invited me to help form it, and even if I leave, I will know that the community in Rochester has shown that there is not one person that does not need another. That in loving you, we love each other and are loved ourselves. And so my eyes and ears have been opened to see that there is no community of one person, a community is you, which in the end is all of us, together. 

With love and gratitude,

Frederick Dean

Friends in High Places

Saturday night, Rochester Love Notes teamed up with Greentopia to project lines of Love Notes onto the east wall of the Genesee River gorge. It was the largest Words on Walls event we’ve held to date, with two 20,000 lumen projectors illuminating the center of High Falls and people lining the Pont de Rennes bridge.

That pink logo.
Don Casper at Epic 10 Film Studios animated the lines from the letters, and the projection was accompanied by an original piece of music written by Sound ExChange Orchestra.

The bridge and the gorge on a normal night are pretty amazing. But this night, one of the first cool nights of the season, was spectacular. The falls were illuminated and changing from blue to red to white.

"I love you, you hot little secret, and I miss you all the time." Danielle Dagilis

Tanya's kids, up late and somewhat confused about what it was all about.

When we talked about projecting lines of Love Notes around the city at night, we never imagined this scale. But Michael Philipson and Lewis Stess, Co-Founders of Friends of the Garden Aerial, think big. A chance meeting between Michael and Tanya in May set the wheels turning for a collaboration. Without any explanation, he understood what we are trying to do with love notes, and the projection on the gorge was his idea.

This is Greentopia’s fourth year. The event is intended to bring awareness and highlight how our region is contributing to the sustainability movement. Greentopia has established its place among the region’s best festivals, but the vision of the event’s parent organization, Friends of the GardenAerial, is grander than I originally understood.

Here is their mission:

The Friends of the GardenAerial is committed to implementing a green infrastructure initiative that will both preserve and provide increased access for the general public to the Genesee River, the river gorge, and the 96-foot “High Falls” waterfall, all located within the High Falls Heritage Area, and is committed to including the High Falls Heritage Area into New York State’s first Eco-District.

Wow, right?  

We are proud to have had a small role in Greentopia, and in reimagining High Falls for one night. We are even more excited to have collaborated with a group of people that are working to transform a great little corner of the universe into a more vibrant neighborhood and the state’s first Eco-District. Thanks Michael and Lewis. Keep up the great work. And call us anytime.

A line from Tanya's Love Note, which documents the day Critical Mass came down her street.

Our favorite line from Roc_Guardian.

Love Note #25: You fit me as perfectly as my favorite pair of jeans, tears, frays and all

Name: Kristen Zory King

I Am: Director of Strategic Initiatives at Writers & Books
Years in Rochester: Two
Current Home: Rochester (NOTA)
Future Home: Las Vegas, Nevada

Dear Rochester,

Today I woke up with you to a rare summer morning - the sky clear and the air cool and calm, a quiet relief from your past few days of bright August heat. Still dazed with sleep, my first thoughts were those of serenity that carried me through the morning until I pulled on my favorite pair of jeans and notice a large, gaping hole along the seam. Immediately my calm was replaced with dismay - the jeans are worn, frayed, and loose, sure, but they're still my favorite "go-to" and this new tear makes them almost unwearable.

After brief consideration, I decided to wear the jeans despite the tear and pulled them on, sliding them past my calves and thighs, resting them comfortably on my hip bones. As I continued through my morning - listening to Beth Adams and Morning Edition on WXXI, checking my email, making coffee, preparing for meetings - a strange thought burrowed in the back of my mind: you, Rochester, are not unlike my worn, favorite jeans.

I moved to Rochester in the Summer of 2012 and it was on a shopping trip to Eastview mall shortly after that I found my now favorite pair of dark blue jeans. It wasn't love at first sight: the jeans were a little too long, bunching around my ankles, far from perfect. I was worried, but I was tired of shopping and so I bought them on a whim and later grew to love them. If you remember Rochester, this is exactly what happened with us - I came to you on a whim, believed in you despite misgivings, and fell more and more in love with you despite your flaws. As I wore and washed the jeans, they began to fray, and, let's be blunt, you too are frayed Rochester, with dismal poverty and educational statistics and an aura of rust on the skyline. You too are dark, worn at the knees, loose in the thighs and hips after a couple years of rough wear and tear. You are a city with ideas a little too big, ideas that don't always fit the exact way you need them, but I love you nonetheless.

I'm leaving you soon, Rochester. An exciting adventure is taking me to the Southwest and as thus, I have less than a month to walk on poetry through the Neighborhood of the Arts, browse local shops on Park Ave, enjoy coffee and cinnamon muffins at the Public Market. In a few short weeks I will trade you in all your many glories - your suffocating humidity, green summer trees, frosty mornings and ice-glittered streets - for a desert landscape I hardly know. I will give up your gray November skies, muddy boots, shallow mornings for 300 days of sunshine and prickly cactus hearts. God, I'm going to miss you. Yes, your winters are long, so long one begins to forget what if feels like to have the smooth heat of the summer sun on bare skin. But how else would we appreciate your beautiful spring lilacs? How else would we throw back our heads and laugh so loudly at your summer festivals? Walk along the canal with such lightness and ease or hear the hollow crack of a solid double hit at a Red Wings game? How else would be relish the magical dark nights of autumn - the smell of a brisk wind, a well-stoked flame, copper leaves and warm cider?

Rochester, you look good on me. Despite still being relatively new I am at home in your community, full of artists, historians, educators, lovers, bygones, devotees, and eccentrics. You're worn, sure, a little ragged and threadbare, but I wouldn't trade you for any other city, any other home. I'll miss you, Rochester. I really will. But I know that when I come back to you - and I will -  you'll still fit me as perfectly as my favorite pair of jeans, tears, frays and all.

All my love,


Love Note #24: Did you ever take particular notice of Rochester's sunsets?

Did you ever take particular notice of Rochester's sunsets?

1. Western October sky from the thruway at dusk, blanketed by blues and yellows

2. Stood waiting to cross Monroe avenue, looked west scoping a perfectly framed downtown,        backdropped by a storm-cloud muffled pink sunset

3. Wooed and bedazzled, budding love
Sunset over Lake Ontario lounging at Marge's beach, a life changer


Matt Witten

View from Marge's at sunset. Photo credit: Laura Engel, "The Adventures of Lorax" blog

Love Note #23: I Love Your Rainbow

Dear Rochester,

I love the rainbow of beautiful faces of different colors we can see in your streets, in your schools, and at
various events.


Writers & Books and Rochester Love Notes Announce "Words on Walls Summer Kick-Off"

Writers & Books and Rochester Love Notes are excited to announce the official launch of a collaborative project, Words on Walls, at a free public event Thursday, June 19 from 8:30-10:00pm.

The Words on Walls Summer Kick Off will feature music, refreshments from Marty’s Meats of Rochester, complementary beer, wine, and a spectacular projection on the outer wall of Writers & Books’ historic brick building at 740 University Avenue in Rochester. The projection is slated to run from 9:00pm-10:00pm.

In larger-than-life, luminous words, an assortment of profound and colorful lines from the dozens of entries to the Rochester Love Notes blog – a community-driven project aimed at encouraging Rochester’s fans far and wide to proclaim their affection – will be projected upon the exterior façade of Writers & Books, illuminating the evening with a bright glow for all attendees (whom organizers hope will leave feeling uplifted and inspired to contribute their own Rochester Love Notes).

The event is dubbed the Words on Walls Summer Kick-Off because it marks the beginning of a calendar of similar such happenings through October, including but not limited to the popular Food Truck Rodeo at the Rochester Public Market and Rochester Fashion Week. These announcements will be made at the kick-off.

To see what Rochester Love Notes is all about, read some entries, and contribute your own message of fondness for Rochester, visit Email a Love Note at any time to if you would like your note to be considered for this event, or Tweet to @RocLoveNotes. In addition, learn more about the event at the Writers & Books website at and follow them on Twitter at @WritersandBooks.

What more ostentatious way to tell Rochester that we are hopelessly devoted to her than by projecting our love in big, bright letters upon one of her beautiful buildings? Don’t miss this first-of-a-kind, free event in our community.

Love Note #22: Buried in Love


When I left this morning, after an hour of shoveling, everything was buried. But tonight I came home to a completely clean driveway, a path to my trash can, a street where every place a car parks on the right hand side was totally down to the pavement. I wasn't the only non-snowblower owning house to look like this. Clearly you have a heart of gold. I started crying. I feel, especially lately, that there aren't that many people left who just do good things because it's the right thing to do. 

You, Rochester, are different and full of those kinds of people. I'd like to know who you are so I can give you a bottle of wine, homemade poundcake, and a hug. Thank you for making this stressful month a little less so.


Deanna has lived in Rochester for 10 years and has recently bought a house in the Park Ave. neighborhood on Brunswick Street where the neighbors are just the most amazing people ever.

Love Note #21: I love you because you helped raise me

Name: Tyler Pauly
I am: A senior at St. Bonaventure
Years in Rochester: All 21, except while away at college
Current home: Pittsford

Dear Rochester,

I love you because you helped raise me. Your four seasons, even the harshest winters, were backdrops to all the laughs and thrills and lessons of my youth.

Generations past, my ancestors from Italy and Germany somehow found their way to this bustling little city, probably by train from the Big Apple. My grandfather started a business that still operates today, manufacturing menu covers used by restaurants far and wide. He and my grandmother raised their children in one of your cozy neighborhoods, and many years later I was born.

Because of my grandfather’s line of work, I learned early on that there’s a little bit of Rochester in every corner of the world. Whether it’s a Kodak camera, or a Wegmans shopping bag, or a Xerox printing machine, or a paycheck from Paychex, or one of your well-informed displaced natives singing your praises in some far-off place…you are everywhere.

I’m a senior in college right now, and I want to see and experience the world. I may become a boomerang that comes back one day, after I’ve had a taste of the harsh realities of life outside the 585. But I take comfort in knowing that the Rochester diaspora means home is all over the place. I just have to make sure I move somewhere with a Wegmans.  (But I’m young and restless so I’ll probably be back. Just be patient.)

With all my love and gratitude,


The Coal Tower in Schoen Place on a Snowy Day

Love Note #20: She's Perfectly Imperfect

         Name: Bill Schwappacher
         I am: Creative Director/ Interactive Developer
         Years in Rochester: 9
         Current home: Rochester (Upper Monroe)
You know you’re in love when it is her flaws that turn you on the most.
I was dating the perfect American city when true love hit me. She was my college sweetheart and the poster girl for what most college boys crave. A sporty, young, mid-western beauty that loved cars and knew how to have a good time on Saturday night. Best of all she was easy. I could buy and do whatever I wanted and always knew there was any number of jobs to support my consumptive habits. 
But my heart left her when I was reacquainted with a childhood friend in upstate New York. 
It had been many years since I spent much time walking her streets. As I did, fond youthful memories mixed with the sad realization that the years I spent away from her were a bit unkind. Abandonment, infighting and insular thinking had left her greyed, unsure and rudderless. Yet, as we spent time reacquainting ourselves, I discovered a woman that had endured and was still full of alluring surprises. Her lilacs and magnolias filled my senses. Her unique and deep history seduced me. Her diverse and majestic neighborhoods invited me in. And her kind and generous people made me want to spend every day and night with her. 
When I told those close to me that I was madly in love and wanted to run away with her, I got reactions of bewilderment and pity. “But she is so cold,” they’d say. “She’s plagued by brownfields, mired in poverty and doesn’t even have a Crate and Barrel.” 
“Exactly,” I’d reply, “she is perfectly imperfect and that is what I love most.” Perfection is no fun. There is no challenge or adventure in clean homogeneity. To me, love is about rolling up your sleeves, investing yourself in someone and helping them grow. The fun part is growing with them and taking pleasure in celebrating their idiosyncrasies. 
When we came back together we were both deeply flawed and directionless. In the nine years since, we have done a lot with and for each other. We have and continue to support, tear down, reassure, play with and even fight one another. I’d like to think we are both a little better for it. 
I’m crazy in love with you Rochester, scars and all. You are without a doubt the woman worth fighting for.

Love Note #19: I'll Be Back

Name: Danielle Dagilis
I Am: English teacher, yogi, world traveler, Massachusetts native
Years in Rochester: Years? None. I spent 5 days there in July 2013.
Current Home: Los Angeles

Dear Rochester,

I really wasn't looking forward to meeting you. My childhood best friend went on and on about you over the years, but I took it with quite a few grains of salt. I figured she had to convince herself you were hot, since she was stuck with you. Imagine my surprise when I pretty much instantly feel in love with you last summer. From riding bikes to an outdoor concert by the river, to an amazing gym, to one of the best meals I've ever eaten at Good Luck, to a yoga class around the corner, I was like, "Wait, where am I?!?!?" The best part was when a mounted policeman strolled down the block at dusk, and kids and parents all rushed out to say hi to and take pictures with Comet the horse. Seriously?!? This happens? I love you, you hot little secret, Rochester! And I miss you all the time. Knowing you are the kind of girl who will forgive my misjudgment, I feel like you'll welcome me back next time, despite my little confession.


Comet the Horse Visiting the Neighborhood 

Love Note #18: When I Come Home, I Am Filled With Warmth For This Region

Name: Joy Underhill
I Am: Business Writer
Years in Rochester: 56 years
Current Home: Farmington, NY

Dear Rochester,

You have been my home for almost my entire life, which is saying something. I have fended off complaints about weather, smugness, racial divisiveness, isolation, and a dead downtown for decades, and I’m still fighting. Because I know a little secret that many others know – that Rochester is a wonderful place to live, thrive, and raise a family.

Where else can you afford to buy a house with a decent yard, attend dozens of cultural events of the highest quality, enjoy waterfronts in every direction, and still be within a 6-hour drive of major East Coast cities? Right here.

I love to travel, but when I come home, I am filled with warmth for this region. Yes, life is slower, but that’s a good thing. I remember one time when I’d been to Long Island visiting my son, navigating the hazards of the Long Island Expressway and searching for parking at a mall for a half hour (not during Christmas). Pack so many people together and they’re bound to get testy. But on the way home, I stopped nearby for lunch, and it was like a breath of fresh air. The people smiled easily, were kinder, and simply enjoyed life more. 

To be more specific, here’s a short list of why I love Rochester:
  • Historic brick buildings coupled with outstanding architecture, all reflected in water
  • A thriving agricultural community that provides great access to fresh foods
  • Top notch cultural and musical events – with NO traffic
  • Heavy snowfalls that soften and muffle the landscape – and invite warm nights in front of the fire
  • A huge variety of ethnic and specialty foods, prepared by first-generation immigrants
  • Broad educational opportunities at several fine universities
  • Some of the best healthcare anywhere

Of course, like any city, Rochester has its problems. But it’s gotten a bad rap, especially about the weather. Our “terrible weather” keeps us free of droughts, mudslides, wildfires, sandstorms, and tidal flooding – and returns to us maple syrup, lilacs, apples, grapes, and summer days that the snowbirds return for. I choose to measure my years by our glorious seasons, our proud history, and our determination to make Rochester an even better place to live for our children.