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In My Humble Opinion

Santana and the Trout Parade One of these things is different from the other

With two such disparate events on my schedule last weekend, I was stymied on how to draw them together here. “What’s the hook?” I whispered to the pup (www.facebook.com/DharmaTheWonderDog) “What could the Livingston Manor Trout Parade and a world-class musical ensemble (www.santana.com) possibly have in common?” The fishy cavalcade, (www.facebook.com/troutparade) now in its 11th year, has snowballed into an event that is not to be missed, and judging by the huge crowd it attracted last Saturday, the word has spread.  Read more

Before the parade passes by

Wow. June is already slipping by. It fascinates me that while the winter months seem to drag on forever, the warmer weeks fly by at a breakneck pace that is dizzying. Granted, there is more to see and do between spring and fall than at other times, but still... wow.  Read more

Southern Comfort

It would be inaccurate to describe myself as a country boy. Born and raised in upstate New York, I had little exposure to country music. My parents listened to Sinatra and Streisand, and my years in Hebrew school did not prepare me for the likes of Merle Haggard or Dolly Parton, so I was a little late to the tailgate party. When I began touring the United States, with nothing but an eight-track to propel me down the dusty back roads of Texas, I turned to the radio. And much to my surprise, my love of the genre was born.  Read more

Sensory overload

For something completely different, I’m tired. Aging gracefully has never been my strong suit, and when I pass a mirror these days, I wince a little and move on. As a kid, I lamented my special day (read “birthday”) being usurped by Memorial Day, since many families would head out of town, leaving me friendless on my special day. In my 20s, I was convinced that the nation was throwing a party just for me, and reveled in the fireworks and parades that honored the day I came into the world. After 30, I became blasé for a decade or two and now… well, I’m feelin’ kinda old.  Read more

A night at the brewery, a day in the garden…and all that jazz

Believe it or not, being the center of attention is not always my cup of tea. In my mind’s eye, I see some of you laughing and shaking your heads, but it’s true. In fact, there are times when I’m downright shy (hold the guffaws), so when I marched in to the Callicoon Brewing Co. (www.callicoonbrewing.com) the other night under the guise of spending some quality time with my “work wife,” the amazing Amanda Reed, I was not prepared for a surprise party.  Read more

Take a picture; it’ll last longer!

It’s no secret that I love what I do for a living. Whether it’s catching a new show in town, checking out the latest art installation, or attending local events in any number of charming hamlets and villages scattered across this gorgeous playground we call home, there is always something stimulating and picturesque calling to me.  Read more

All work and no play?

No, that can’t be right. Some folks think my life is all play and no work, but that doesn’t quite fit either. I believe that my busy schedule of concerts, art shows, festivals and parades suits me, and as the dog and I careen through the four counties, 60 communities and two states that serve as the territory we cover for The River Reporter here in the Upper Delaware River region, I would prefer to think that although I may be a lot of things, dull isn’t one of them. Nor is my events calendar, which is quickly filling up.  Read more

It’s a dog’s life

Well, it finally happened. After getting an iPawd and my own social networking page (www.facebook.com/DharmaTheWonderDog), the fine folks at The River Reporter have finally wised up and decided to let me take over from you-know-who and write a decent column for a change. Since I have my paws firmly on the ground, I’m thinking of calling it “The Waggin’ Train,” but we’ll have to see how HE handles the news before the fur flies.  Read more

Buried treasure/hidden gems

OK, I’m just gonna ‘fess up right off the bat. With Passover in full swing and Easter springing up everywhere I looked, I wasn’t really in the mood to do much last weekend, other than play hooky, soak up some much needed rays and kick back. It seemed like the perfect time to rest up and conserve energy for the good times are about to seriously roll through come “high season” in the Upper Delaware River Valley, so I called the office claiming to be “sick” and begged off making an appearance.  Read more

It isn’t easy being green

That was my thought process last week as I headed out the door to check in at the 2014 Green Tourism conference in Callicoon, NY (www.DelawareHighlands.org/greentourism), but in fact, it’s easier than one might think. That was one of the topics of conversation that came up when I stopped to chat briefly with working group coordinator Adrienne Picciano. Even though it was still early in the day, the conference was already being heralded as a success. “It all came about from a conversation with friends and folks at the Delaware Highlands Conservancy (DHC),” Picciano told me.  Read more

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