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August 22, 2014
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In My Humble Opinion

‘The best of times is now’

Those six words inspired legendary composer Jerry Herman to write a song with that theme for his smash-hit musical “La Cage aux Folles,” currently playing at the Forestburgh Playhouse. Based on the 1978 French-Italian film of the same name, “La Cage” began as a stage play, was transformed into a film (remade in English as “The Birdcage,” starring Robin Williams) and back to the stage again as a musical, with music and lyrics written by Herman, and the story penned by Harvey Fierstein.  Read more

Encore! Encore!

You know what they say: “everyone has an opinion….” and while that is certainly true, not everyone has a public forum with which to express theirs. I often feel like the luckiest guy in the world, since the powers that be at The River Reporter have given me a wide berth to do just that—offer my “humble opinion” on the world of arts and leisure here in the Upper Delaware River region, but rest assured, I don’t take the responsibility lightly.  Read more

Empty nest syndrome

I thought that it was a thing of the past. More than 20 years ago, my little one toddled off to pre-school as I wept copiously, longing for the day when she still needed her diaper changed. It seems like only yesterday that she wouldn’t go anywhere without holding my hand, or gazing lovingly into my eyes for the approval that has never waned. That little girl is all grown up now and doesn’t need me in the way she used to, and the melancholia that swept over me during the “empty nest syndrome” has faded from memory. Until now.  Read more

I got ‘shushed’ at a Lard Dog show!

Was I talking during the show? Yes. Amidst the flurry of activity surrounding the Celebrate Callicoon Street Fair, (www.visitcallicoon.com) and surrounded by scores of kids who were shrieking with glee, I stopped taking photos for a moment to greet pal Cooper Boone (www.cooperboone.com), while dodging flying pretzels, beach balls and balloons being flung at the crowd by the Lard Dog himself. As the confetti of rolled oats rained down on the audience, I dared to speak.  Read more

Deeds to do, promises to keep…

I don’t want to bum you out, but… summer is half over. Hard to believe, right? Around Memorial Day, I vowed to “stop and smell the roses” and take my time this season, relish the moment and drink it all in. You know, be in the now. Maybe I should have just made a decision to begin drinking. With a firm resolve to spend the lazy hazy days of summer “feelin’ groovy,” I made sure to have my Simon and Garfunkel CDs in the truck, to facilitate the notion that their advice—“Slow down, you move too fast”—would magically empower me to feel like “kickin’ down the cobblestones” etc.  Read more

LBJ took the IRT down to 4th St. USA

While these words strung together might seem esoteric, they are ringing in my ears as I review where I’ve been over the last few days. The reference is to a song from “HAIR” (the tribal love-rock musical) written by James Rado, Jerome Ragni and Galt McDermot, and that particular tune is strung together by a collection of acronyms (a word formed from the initial letters of a compound term—think NATO, radar or laser). As I darted to and fro with the Wonder Dog in tow, I couldn’t help but notice them popping up.  Read more

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

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