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December 21, 2014
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In My Humble Opinion

Power to the people?

Hallelujah! My power finally came back on Monday night! Happy to be alive and have a roof (still) over my head, I’m grateful. But I confess, the Lady Sandy truly tested me. I missed those little things—like electricity, heat and a phone. And TV? It isn’t a necessity (I suppose)… but the Internet? How else can a person stay in touch with the outside world, living as I do on the very fringes of society?  Read more

Blowin’ in the wind

The lyrics to Bob Dylan’s anthem ring in my head as I sit down to muse on what’s coming down the pike. “How many times must a man look up, before he can see the sky?” As a general rule, I don’t think of myself as an alarmist, but Hurricane Sandy is presently working my nerves. By the time this hits the newsstands, she will be a thing of the past, but the aftermath... who knows? Meanwhile, the reports are dire as I write this and I’m keeping one eye on the news and one on the eye on the hurricane. I’m walking a tightrope here in my trailer (yes...  Read more

But enough about me...

There are those who would argue that I never tire of my favorite subject: me. But after this last week, even I have had enough. It all began months ago, when I (foolishly?) agreed to make some public appearances around the Upper Delaware valley. Truth be told, these requests for my presence were, as always, actually invitations for Dharma the wonder dog to participate in local events.  Read more

I’ll get back to you on that...

Clearly, none of us are getting any younger. Still smarting from the reality check that was my 40th high school reunion, I’ve been forced to take a good look in the mirror and assess the situation. “I’ve looked better,” I rasped, as I prepared to make my way to the North American Cultural Laboratory (NACL) in Highland Lake.  Read more

The nightmare before Christmas

It’s no secret that winter is on the horizon. I don’t know about city folk, but here in the Upper Delaware River valley, we see the telltale signs everywhere. There has already been frost on the pumpkins, and squirrels are madly foraging for the abundance of acorns dotting the landscape this year—a sure sign that we had all better prepare to hunker down. Knowing the answer, I still visited the “country bible” at www.farmersalmanac.com, which did not allay my fears.  Read more

The Icky Mouse Club

I know, I know...they come callin’ every year when the leaves begin to turn and there’s frost on the pumpkin. Mice. With apologies to Santa, autumn is (IMHO) “the most wonderful time of the year” and I spent the last week attending events throughout the Upper Delaware Valley, basking in the explosion of fall foliage that helps define life in the Catskills and the incredible bounty that Mother Nature provides.  Read more

The social network

As some of you may know, the past few weeks (maybe even months) have been a journey... traveling down the long and winding road of life-altering changes, paying attention to the passage of time, sometimes glancing back from whence I came, while considering what lays ahead, all the while attempting to be in the moment. Sighing, more than breathing, has been the norm as of late, but like a good ice cream cone, sighing comes in all flavors and I’ve sampled several over the last week.  Read more

Before the parade passes by

With the Jewish holiday of Rosh Hashanah here already, once again I pause to reflect. The next 10 days, leading up to Yom Kippur, are important, not only to me, but to millions of Jews around the world. It seems like only yesterday that I wrote a bit about this subject, and my inner voice cried out with trite expressions. The mere fact that “time flies” and “waits for no man” are true, I suppose, and although I celebrate the New Year, I’m also taking stock of what has transpired over the last 12 months, some of which (like life itself) has been a bit icky.  Read more

Bald is beautiful?

Okay, I’ll admit it: I’m a teeny bit vain. I do look in a mirror once in a while and practice good hygiene on a daily basis. While I used to be a bit of a clothes horse, that particular aspect of life has changed a bit since my not-so-recent move to the Catskills. While I still enjoy getting gussied up for a special occasion, the relaxed atmosphere of life in the Upper Delaware Valley has allowed me the freedom to dress down far more often and become aware that it’s possible that it might be more character, than clothes, that make the man.  Read more

The family that plays together...

My online dictionary defines “family” in a number of ways: “A group consisting of parents and children living together in a household,” “A group of people related to one another” and “People related to each other and so to be treated with a special loyalty or intimacy: I could not turn him away, for he is family.” Lest we forget, American journalist and author Edna Buchanan once declared that “Friends are the family we choose for ourselves.”  Read more

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