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September 21, 2014
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In My Humble Opinion

Nostalgia

It’s a noun, and has but one meaning: “a sentimental longing or wistful affection for the past, typically for a period, place or thing with happy personal associations” (www.merriamwebster.com). I often wax nostalgic; perhaps it comes with being of a certain age, but I think my day-to-day encourages it on occasion. Last week brought torrential rains, felled trees, power outages and cancellations cascading across my calendar, but the sun came out for Crosby Stills and Nash, and they drew an enormous crowd of nostalgic music lovers to Sullivan County (www.bethelwoodscenter.org).  Read more

Is there a doctor in the house?

My mother was a bit of a hypochondriac. Although she moaned a lot, most of her grousing turned out to be nothing more than anxiety, and as a result, I grew up with a confused sense of what actually constitutes illness. I’ve never been a fan of doctors (in the professional sense) and in fact, took the opposite approach as an adult. Where Mom might have panicked over an attack of the sniffles, running off to her physician for every ache and pain, I took most things in stride, loathe to complain (hard to believe, right?) and keeping concerns about my general well-being to myself.  Read more

Slow down, you move too fast

Even though they say that “misery loves company,” I’m hopeful that most of you are not currently experiencing the kind of time-management angst that currently plagues me. I’m not even sure what my problem is, other than desiring to make hay while the sun shines. Here in the Upper Delaware River region, where each season determines how we live life, this seems to produce the tendency to want to seize the day, with the understanding that time is precious and we have limited hours to take advantage of sweet summer’s myriad opportunities, whether it be for business or pleasure.  Read more

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

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