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December 28, 2014
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In My Humble Opinion

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

Along came a spider

I’m one of those guys who makes lists. Even with a calendar on my computer, a day runner, and a “Carnet De Journaliste” (reporter’s notebook—no clue why it’s in French on the cover), my house is littered with scraps of paper. Being an arachnophobe (fear of spiders), I try to keep the paper down to a minimum (where the creepy-crawlies tend to lurk), instead using Post-its® stuck to the mirror (one place I am guaranteed to look). With all that, one would think I’d know where I’m going, but there are always twists, turns and unexpected road blocks along the way.  Read more

Word of the day: ephemeral

Words. Can’t get enough of them. My ongoing love affair with language continues to flourish as I constantly strive to find new ways with which to describe my adventures here in the Upper Delaware Valley. Although today’s word is no stranger to me, it cropped up repeatedly over the last week, and so I decided to flip through the dictionary, lest I be using it improperly.

Ephemeral—(adjective): Lasting for a very short time. Fashions are ephemeral… Having a very short life cycle (chiefly of plants).  Read more

Fireworks, festivals and all that jazz

Even now, with the past week behind me, I get a little dizzy (hold the comments, please) just glancing at my schedule. With summer in full swing, my dance card is full and I’m running as fast as I can. For those of you holding events that I didn’t have the opportunity to attend, my apologies. In the past seven days, I managed to get out to nine different locations, which ran the gamut from concerts to galleries to the theatre (oy, I’m out of breath), with a visit to the vet (wasp sting, don’t ask) thrown in for good measure.  Read more

Everything old is new again

I’m no hoarder, but I’m not keen on throwing things away either. As a result, I am completely on board with recycling, reusing and (my new personal favorite) repurposing. Wiktionary.org defines repurpose as “to reuse for a different purpose on a long-term basis,” which includes altering the original, e.g. “the church was repurposed as a nightclub by removing the pews.” Repurposing is big here in the Upper Delaware River Valley and I often stop to admire the clever projects that my friends and neighbors have produced.  Read more

Out, loud and proud

Forty-four years ago this week, I woke up, went downstairs and overheard my parents discussing the news. My folks subscribed to two papers, The Sun Bulletin and The Evening Press, both published in my home town of Binghamton, NY. Keeping abreast of local and national news was important in our household. My sister and I were well read, and education was considered not only important, but also mandatory.  Read more

Curtain calls, concerts and cowgirls

Although summer officially begins this week, June has been bustin’ out all over the Upper Delaware Valley, and I have hit the ground running, with the wonder dog in tow. For me, summertime means many things—among them is the curtain going up at the Forestburgh Playhouse (FBP), which happened last Tuesday with the debut of Neil Simon’s “The Odd Couple.” It’s difficult to not conjure up images of the classic 1968 film, starring Jack Lemmon and Walter Matthau, or the equally memorable television show with Jack Klugman and Tony Randall in the starring roles, and the stage play is still funny.  Read more

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