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November 27, 2014
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In My Humble Opinion

June is bustin’ out all over!

Memorial Day weekend conjures up many images: backyard barbeques, flag-waving parades, garden parties and the requisite boat launches, as the lakes, rivers and ponds begin to swell with visitors swarming to the Upper Delaware valley. Many of us look forward to an extended, three-day siesta as the hammocks go up, and s’mores begin to waft through the night air.  Read more

No jacket required

I’ve never considered myself shallow, much less a clothes horse, but this past weekend, all illusions were shattered. Once again, the events schedule overflowed throughout the region, and with Memorial Day upon us, Dharma (the wonder dog) and I are busier than ever. Now that my “living stuffed animal” has eclipsed any delusion that I might have had regarding personal popularity, I’ve thrown up my hands and given in, as Dharma’s invites flood my mailbox and requests for her appearance at local celebrations ramp up.  Read more

The play’s the thing!

What a weekend. With the onset of what promises to be a busy and fun-filled season, the plethora of events seems to be even more action-packed than usual, and making choices is (already) more difficult than ever before. That said, I made my selections, sorry (as usual) that I can’t be everywhere, yet confident that there are enough events here in the Upper Delaware valley to suit even the most discerning. As always, the Where and When section of The River Reporter is informative, and I continue to recommend this resource.  Read more

‘Where do I go?’

Good question. While actively in the throes of an existential crisis, I continue to wade through life, searching for an answer that might never reveal itself. Less than thrilled with the results of an Internet search, I pressed on and discovered a disquieting website (www.existentialcrises.com) that simply presented a black page with the words “you are alone.” Lovely. Undaunted, I persevered and wallowed briefly in the not-so-uplifting lyrics penned by James Rado and Gerome Ragni for the “great American tribal love rock musical”—“Hair.”  Read more

Take me to your leader

Like many of us, I have interest in a myriad of subjects. Gardening, nature, astronomy and ancient history top my list, but there is a subset of fascinating topics that creep into my thoughts on a consistent basis. Bigfoot, the Loch Ness monster and the Bermuda Triangle are but a few of the themes that attract me. Truth be told, I have given a fair amount of attention to one area of interest over the others: UFOs.  Read more

It’s a family affair

While we desperately need the rain, wet weather does tend to impact family fun over the weekend here in the Upper Delaware valley. While the folks at Bethel Woods (www.bethelwoodscenter.org) have it covered—sponsoring indoor, kid-friendly events in the form of their World Stage Series—the moisture can affect the music, even with a roof overhead.  Read more

Music for the eyes, art for the ears

Here in the Upper Delaware Valley, variety is indeed the spice of life. This past week served up a perfect menu, since The River Reporter’s “Where and When” section was riddled with choices. Fascinated (yet horrified) by that woman known only as “Danielle” who spent $50,000 to clone her dog (www.andersoncooper.com), I realized that simply being called a dog from time to time does not qualify me for cloning. Yet. Therefore, schedule in hand, I made my selections and headed out.  Read more

Let my people go!

It would seem that use of the lunar calendar has its advantages. Rather than attempting to fit holidays into the school schedule, or playing fast and loose with historical dates simply to create a three-day weekend, staying true to Biblical reference can be equally convenient. This year, both Easter and Passover occurred at the same time, which had more to do with the phases of the moon than man’s interference.  Read more

The Museum at Bethel Woods: ‘A Tale of Two Posters’

There are many early signs of spring that tug at my heart strings: the first robin scrounging for worms in the warming soil, the forsythia blooming with sunshine-yellow buds, even the overturned trash cans that waking bears rummaged through during the night.  Read more

Writer’s block

I’d like to say that “it had to happen sometime” but truth be told, my (hopefully) temporary ennui has visited before. “It goes with the territory” one of my colleagues chirped over lunch. “If you’re lucky enough to write for a living, the day will come when words will literally fail you. Ironic, isn’t it?”  Read more

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