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September 20, 2014
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In My Humble Opinion

Farm livin’ is the life for me!

Well, in theory, anyhow. Unlike Old MacDonald, I’m not at all sure that I have the stamina to support the desire. I live smack-dab in the middle of farm country and am surrounded by cows, chickens, horses and hay here at Green Acres, and most of my neighbors are farmers. As I traverse the countryside, I often stop to talk to the animals, and they greet me warmly (Dr. Doolittle-style) when I snap a photo or two and (sometimes) let Dharma frolic with her pals.  Read more

The summer knows…

I never used to think of myself as predictable, but as the years pass, certain traditions I hold dear seem more firmly rooted in my psyche than ever before, and I’ve surrendered to the possibility that I mark time in ways that make sense… to me. It’s a bit daunting that the calendar year seems to fly by these days, but I’m of “a certain age” and as the days grow shorter, I’m reminded that I have more summers behind me than lie ahead.  Read more

A mixed bag

More often than not, I have such a wide variety of events to attend here in the Upper Delaware River Valley during any given week that it is sometimes perplexing as to how I will tie them all together with a neat bow when I sit down to write. Music, art, theatre and fundraisers, with a party thrown into the mix, do stimulate, but are frequently at opposite ends of the spectrum and challenge the thought process, as my fingers fly across the keyboard. The past few days were no exception and (figuratively) provided a mixed bag.  Read more

Send in the clowns

I think it’s safe to say that I’m not alone when it comes to a fear of clowns. From a very early age, they have made me nervous, skittish and (once in a while) downright freaked out. It still amazes me that clowns are often associated with glee, joy and happiness, since that is not my experience, but as usual, I am reminded that everyone has their own humble opinion. Scanning The River Reporter last week (yes, I read the paper) I came across a blurb about an art exhibit taking place at the River Market in Barryville, NY, titled “Through the Eyes of Wendell M.  Read more

Star Struck

Labor Day is upon us and summer is almost gone. While in no hurry, I’m a big fan of fall and looking forward to the harvest festivals, pumpkin parties, costume parades and of course, Halloween. Not wanting to get ahead of myself, I did my best to stay in the moment during the past week, which turned out to be all music all the time. As the season winds down, so does the hoopla at Bethel Woods (www.bethelwoodscenter.org) and in the past few days, I attended, met with and photographed Philip Phillips, John Mayer, Florida Georgia Line, Thompson Square and Luke Bryan.  Read more

Guess who’s coming to dinner

Just when I thought I had seen (and heard) it all, along comes the Zac Brown Band (ZBB). I know a little bit about a lot of things, but ZBB was not on my radar, save for the knowledge that the band is wildly popular and that their one-night-only appearance at Bethel Woods sold out very quickly.  Read more

Stop. Look. Listen.

As the summer wanes and kids begin to tremble at the thought of back to school, the Upper Delaware Valley thrums with activity in an attempt to squeeze every last drop of entertainment, amusement and culture out of August. Traversing the countryside with the wonder dog in tow, we often hear the comment, “Why does everything seem to happen all in one weekend?” That, of course, isn’t the case, yet we still are forced to make choices as to where and when our leisure time is best spent.  Read more

Everything happens for a reason?

That’s what they say, whoever “they” are. Depending on my mood, there are times when even I think it’s true. The past week has been rife with coincidence and synchronicity, yet I can’t for the life of me figure out what it all means. I’d be forcing the issue to call seeing “Grease,” now playing in Forestburgh (www.FBplayhouse.org), a coincidence per se (I was in the national tour a hundred years ago), but seeing it at the playhouse brought back a flood of memories.  Read more

Who am I anyway?

Even as a child it was evident that I was never going to look like Prince Charming. “Can’t skate by on your looks,” my mother would advise and, “stop making faces, or it’s going to freeze that way, and you have enough problems.” (Thanks, Mom.) Despite admonishments like this and my father’s discouraging my “artistic temperament,” I’ve always had a fairly strong sense of self.  Read more

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