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May 06, 2015
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In My Humble Opinion

The big chill

I’ve run out of adjectives and my list of synonyms has frozen up. Words like arctic, frigid, icy, polar, raw, frosty and nippy just aren’t cutting it anymore, and our refrigerated landscape has been making the national news with wind chills dipping to minus 35 here in the Upper Delaware River region. Lately, I’ve taken to flipping through photos of spring, summer and fall to remind myself of why we do it, save for the brave few who adore shivering on the slopes or braving the glacial temps to sit on a barrel and fish through a hole they have painstakingly bored into the lake.  Read more

What’s love got to do with it?

Good question. Once again, there’s a dark cloud over my head, and it’s called Valentine’s Day. Most people have a holiday they could live without and mine is due on Saturday. While the actual history of Cupid’s rise to fame is debatable, romantic love is deeply rooted in the various interpretations.  Read more

Cabin fever

I’ve got it—how ‘bout you? Depending on what Internet source you use, cabin fever has different connotations, with an underlying theme: boredom, laced with anger, tinged with restless paranoia. Not that I needed to look it up. Born and raised in upstate New York, I’ve had the fever once or twice, but there was no worldwide web in my childhood with which to divert and entertain. Still, one can only spend so much time surfing the web, before the walls invariably close in.  Read more

Reality is just an illusion

With the not-so-recent onslaught of reality-based television programming pummeling the airwaves, my viewing has ranged from a genuine fascination with the exploration of the human condition, to mindless entertainment, to guilty pleasure. Although popularized by a Hollywood writers strike occurring in the late 1980s and again in 2007, reality TV has been around for a long time—shows like “Candid Camera” and the “Ted Mack Original Amateur Hour” spring to mind as some vintage examples.  Read more

I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!

Well, that’s not entirely true. I did fall on the driveway yesterday and it wasn’t easy getting up, but I managed—old bones intact. Having written (extensively) about the ice last week, I thought I was done with the subject, but Mother Nature seems to have it out for me this winter. I avoid using salt (bad for the pup’s paws), and barn calcite wreaks havoc in the house. But clearly, I need to be more careful while attempting to get out and about, searching for artistic endeavors around the region.  Read more

Snow days

Oh, how those two little words used to thrill. I’m not sure when I turned into my own grandfather, but as kids across the Upper Delaware River region press their noses to the window, praying to hear the news, I find myself regaling youngsters with how difficult it was back in the day, when it took a blizzard to cause a cancellation and we had to walk to school, bundled up in snow pants and mittens, braving the elements whether we wanted to or not.  Read more

I guess that’s why they call it the blues

It happens every year. After the lights have dimmed and the trees (and menorahs) come down, the melancholy often sets in for many of us who have been busy rushing around expressing good will to strangers on the streets while dropping coins into buckets in an attempt to lift the spirits of those less fortunate than ourselves.  Read more

My favorite things

As 2014 draws to a close, I can’t help but review the last year in my head. Since I’m often feeble-minded, I feel fortunate to have my trusty camera and the photos therein, with which to refresh my memory as I peruse the pictures, recalling the many opportunities I’ve had to capture the world of arts and leisure here in the Upper Delaware River region.  Read more

I’ve got no strings on me

Anyone who is a fan of old Disney movies more than likely remembers that tune. Written for the 1940 animated masterpiece “Pinocchio,” the music and lyrics by Leigh Harline and Ned Washington (respectively) have stayed with me since I saw the film as a youngster. It wasn’t until much later in life that I realized that the lyrics, and story itself, were allegorical. “I’ve got no strings to hold me down,-to make me fret, or make me frown,” claims the puppet who wishes to be a real boy. “I had strings, but now I’m free—there are no strings on me!”  Read more

It’s a wonderful life

I haven’t exactly been grumpy, but I wasn’t feeling the spirit move me either, until I got the Bah! Humbug! knocked out of me over the last week as I dashed through the snow, careening through the Upper Delaware River region at a breakneck pace in search of all things festive. Last week’s weather had me a bit out of sorts, since some events were cancelled due to slick roads. But the celebrations that the Wonder Dog and I have attended recently reinforced my ongoing love of community, breathing new life into the notion that sometimes (just sometimes!) it truly is a wonderful life.  Read more

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