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Elected officials gathered Wednesday in downtown Albany to announce major efforts to boost mental health programs and services.

Voters chose two of three candidates running for the Ward 7 seat on the Pittsfield, Massachusetts city council in Tuesday’s preliminary election.

Governor Phil Scott used his weekly briefing days before Thanksgiving to announce a holiday effort to raise money to help Vermonters still recovering from July flooding.

America's only unsolved airline hijacking happened the day before Thanksgiving in 1971. D.B. Cooper's demands — $200,000 and four parachutes — were met. He ordered the plane to take off again. When it landed in Reno, Nev., he was gone, along with the money and a parachute.

Yemen's Iran-backed Houthi rebels launched a series of attacks on vessels in the Red Sea, as well as launching drones and missiles targeting Israel as it wages war against Hamas in the Gaza Strip.

One of the first things that I do when I’m in an airport is check for a prayer room or chapel in which I can worship quietly. Set apart from the coffee bars, intercoms, security guards, and noisy travelers, airport chapels are places where I, a regular worshipper, and a somewhat nervous flyer, can connect with God in privacy before continuing my travels. Judging by the numerous entries in each room’s sign-in book, I’m not alone in my appreciation for this small sacred space that helps me prepare mentally and spiritually for my flight.

Two Capital Region state Assemblymembers are urging New York Governor Kathy Hochul to sign a bill they say will protect retailers and their employees.

If you have a hard time telling stuffed shells from shallots, there’s some good news: a new cooking school is now open in the Capital Region.

One early evening on a recent retreat in the Colorado Rockies, as the acrid smoke of our campfire rose in our nostrils, a friend urged me to sniff the bark of the nearby Ponderosa pine tree. “It smells like butterscotch,” he informed me with quiet excitement. I walked over to one large tree, its skin a creamy yellow-brown patchwork of scaly puzzle pieces. It exuded a slight but heady aroma of butterscotch candy.

Each year, my synagogue joins with another congregation to light the Hanukkah menorah on one night of the holiday. Jews have lit Hanukkah lights together for two thousand years in places as mundane as private homes and as hellish as concentration camp barracks. Our annual celebration takes place outdoors at the entrance to Albany’s Buckingham Pond. Under dim streetlights and distant starlight, the flames of our communal Hanukkah menorah illuminate -howbeit faintly – the sky darkened early in the evening around the time of the winter solstice. According to Jewish law, our outdoor observance is the ideal way to celebrate Hanukkah: in a place where anyone passing by can be a witness to the miracle of the lights in the ancient Jerusalem Temple.