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March 27, 2015
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In My Humble Opinion

Battle of the Bands; In tune with Callicoon… and beyond!

“When it rains, it pours,” I wheezed at the dog as we headed out the door last Saturday night, in search of entertainment. I had three musical notes on my list to check out in Callicoon, NY, along with a few art shows and a lecture down by the river thrown in for good measure, so with umbrella in hand (and a slicker for the pup) we took off, understanding that something along the way was bound to get short shrift. “It’s the nature of the beast,” she barked back at me, tugging at her leash, “Let’s roll!”  Read more

Sullivan West’s ‘Secret Garden’ is abloom with talent

If I had to do it all over again, I would work with kids in school, planting the seeds and nurturing their appreciation of the performing arts, hoping to instill a love of the theatre in our young folks. Thankfully, the Upper Delaware River region is filled with educators and parents who do just that, and my visit to Sullivan West last Sunday served as a shining example of the talent, dedication and spirit that putting together a high school production embodies.  Read more

I’m melting!

Well, we all are—and none too soon. Spring is definitely in the air and there are signs all around. I’ve yet to spot a robin, but the birds are singing, the skunks are mating and the sun (it’s that bright yellow ball in the sky) is shining brightly upon the Upper Delaware River region, giving residents and visitors renewed vigor, infusing us with excitement over shedding a layer or two and celebrating the end of what some say was the harshest winter in decades.  Read more

Maybe it’s just me…

No, it’s not about the weather, although I don’t believe it’s just me who is officially over winter. What with March coming in like a lion and all… well, I think most of us are ready for spring. In an effort to get my mind off of the latest onslaught of white stuff, I packed up my troubles (and dog) in my old kit bag and headed off to Livingston Manor (www.catskillartsociety.org) for a variety of reasons.  Read more

Button up your overcoat

I’m sorry. I swore that I would not write another single word about the weather, but it’s all anybody is talking (and posting on social media) about. Well, that and Lady Gaga—and I’m not even sure who she is. While I am rarely at a loss for words, most often it’s because I have left my house, ventured out into the world and seen people, taken in a show or attended the most recent art gallery installation.  Read more

The big chill

I’ve run out of adjectives and my list of synonyms has frozen up. Words like arctic, frigid, icy, polar, raw, frosty and nippy just aren’t cutting it anymore, and our refrigerated landscape has been making the national news with wind chills dipping to minus 35 here in the Upper Delaware River region. Lately, I’ve taken to flipping through photos of spring, summer and fall to remind myself of why we do it, save for the brave few who adore shivering on the slopes or braving the glacial temps to sit on a barrel and fish through a hole they have painstakingly bored into the lake.  Read more

What’s love got to do with it?

Good question. Once again, there’s a dark cloud over my head, and it’s called Valentine’s Day. Most people have a holiday they could live without and mine is due on Saturday. While the actual history of Cupid’s rise to fame is debatable, romantic love is deeply rooted in the various interpretations.  Read more

Cabin fever

I’ve got it—how ‘bout you? Depending on what Internet source you use, cabin fever has different connotations, with an underlying theme: boredom, laced with anger, tinged with restless paranoia. Not that I needed to look it up. Born and raised in upstate New York, I’ve had the fever once or twice, but there was no worldwide web in my childhood with which to divert and entertain. Still, one can only spend so much time surfing the web, before the walls invariably close in.  Read more

Reality is just an illusion

With the not-so-recent onslaught of reality-based television programming pummeling the airwaves, my viewing has ranged from a genuine fascination with the exploration of the human condition, to mindless entertainment, to guilty pleasure. Although popularized by a Hollywood writers strike occurring in the late 1980s and again in 2007, reality TV has been around for a long time—shows like “Candid Camera” and the “Ted Mack Original Amateur Hour” spring to mind as some vintage examples.  Read more

I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!

Well, that’s not entirely true. I did fall on the driveway yesterday and it wasn’t easy getting up, but I managed—old bones intact. Having written (extensively) about the ice last week, I thought I was done with the subject, but Mother Nature seems to have it out for me this winter. I avoid using salt (bad for the pup’s paws), and barn calcite wreaks havoc in the house. But clearly, I need to be more careful while attempting to get out and about, searching for artistic endeavors around the region.  Read more

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