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December 19, 2014
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In My Humble Opinion

Woodstock, legends and all that jazz

I’ve often heard it said that “age is just a number” but have no clue who coined the phrase. Undoubtedly, it was some octogenarian—loath to admit that time was passing more quickly than had been anticipated. This past week, my event calendar was filled with time travel and I found myself doing the math a little too often.  Read more

Come back, little diva

Oh my gosh, what a week! As I made plans to visit friends and family in the Finger Lakes, I checked my schedule and realized that I had better make hay while the sun shines, since if there is one thing that the summer knows, it’s that time is fleeting and before we know it, we’ll see the wintry snows.  Read more

Crowd pleasers

As much as I love doling out my opinion on the various events happening throughout the Hudson Valley, there are times (believe it or not) that I look to the audience for inspiration. This past week offered a perfect opportunity to keep my mouth shut (yes, it’s possible) and tune in to conversations heard ‘round every corner. I managed to get my two cents in from time to time, but felt it prudent to hear what others had to say.  Read more

What am I, chopped liver?

As much as I delight in sharing my life with Dharma (the wonder dog), as of late I’m beginning to wonder—is it me, or the dog? It was only a month or two ago, that Dharma received an invitation to attend the ribbon cutting ceremony of a new gift shoppe in Jeffersonville, NY (you know who you are.) Since the dog is unable to use a keyboard, I responded for her and asked if I could tag along.  Read more

Are the grateful dead? Nothing could be “furthur” from the truth

Somewhere in the dark recesses of my sick and twisted mind, everything makes sense. To me. Sadly, the rest of the world is often clueless when it comes to my thought processes, but the kind folks at TRR allow my eccentricities to flourish, and this week I whirled a bit.  Read more

I’m a little bit country...

And just prior to becoming “a little bit Rock & Roll,” I was a teeny bit Doo Wop as well. This week the Bethel Woods Center for the Performing Arts (www.bethelwoodscenter.org) became my second home as I returned to the site of the 1969 Woodstock Festival—repeatedly!  Read more

I’m never gonna stop the rain by complainin’

Words to live by—and yet, I gave it a pretty good shot during the last week, bitchin’ up a storm. The endless rain worked my nerves, in conjunction with the still-aching rib, and I allowed the weather to make me a bit crazy. The intermittent showers had me a little “scattered” as I rearranged plans constantly and experienced some minor difficulties going with the flow.  Read more

Get me to the church on time

I think about writing all of the time—and especially this column. As I plot out the details of the coming week, the column begins to take on life in its own ever-changing, capricious way, almost becoming alive in my anthropomorphic mind as I wend my way through this entertaining, never ending tour of the Delaware River Valley. Sometimes I stop to snap a pic of a baby skunk by the side of the road, and this act alone gives birth to a paragraph or two. Other days, it’s the weather.  Read more

Pain management? Don’t make me laugh.

Last week, after participating in Prayers for World Peace at the Kadampa Meditation Center ( www.kadampanewyork.org ), I was approached by one of the nuns for a favor. Knowing that I drive a pickup, she asked if I could spare some time and help the Temple out with a dump-run, since they had a lot of refuse to dispose of responsibly.  Read more

‘Don’t rain on my parade!’

Those memorable lyrics, written by Bob Merrill and Jule Styne- for the Broadway classic “Funny Girl,” ran through my head during the past week as I made my way through the thunderstorms soaking the region – as always, in search of adventure.  Read more

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