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September 01, 2014
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In My Humble Opinion

The greatest love of all

At the risk of sounding cliché, “I believe the children are our future. Teach them well and let them lead the way.” These sage words (written by Michael Masser and Linda Creed) reverberated all week as I made my way through the Catskills, observing young people and sensing “all the beauty they possess inside.”  Read more

Dot-dot-dot...

The use of three dots at the end of a sentence has a name: ellipsis. The word’s origin has been traced to the Greek language and is a series of marks that “usually indicate an intentional omission of a word or sentence, or whole section from the original text being quoted,” (www.wikipedia.org).

An ellipsis can also be used to indicate a pause in speech, an unfinished thought, or, at the end of a sentence; a trailing off into silence (aposiopesis). “When placed at the beginning or end of a sentence, the ellipsis can also inspire a feeling of melancholy longing.”  Read more

Good night, Irene!

All it takes is one minor disaster to remind me of how dependent I have become on technology. Even though the hurricane could have been much worse, we still took a hit here in the mountains and I couldn’t help but think of Gilligan, his island... and how the song might have gone, were it today: “No phones, no lights, no Internet... ”  Read more

I am a camera…

It’s yet another expression that floats in and out of my consciousness from time to time. I find myself saying it more and more as I wander the countryside snapping away. Years ago, while working for a different newspaper, I consistently got the same note at staff meetings: “decent copy, lousy pictures.” Outraged, I defended myself by insisting that I am not a photographer, but a writer who is forced to take pictures along the way.  Read more

Woodstock, legends and all that jazz

I’ve often heard it said that “age is just a number” but have no clue who coined the phrase. Undoubtedly, it was some octogenarian—loath to admit that time was passing more quickly than had been anticipated. This past week, my event calendar was filled with time travel and I found myself doing the math a little too often.  Read more

Come back, little diva

Oh my gosh, what a week! As I made plans to visit friends and family in the Finger Lakes, I checked my schedule and realized that I had better make hay while the sun shines, since if there is one thing that the summer knows, it’s that time is fleeting and before we know it, we’ll see the wintry snows.  Read more

Crowd pleasers

As much as I love doling out my opinion on the various events happening throughout the Hudson Valley, there are times (believe it or not) that I look to the audience for inspiration. This past week offered a perfect opportunity to keep my mouth shut (yes, it’s possible) and tune in to conversations heard ‘round every corner. I managed to get my two cents in from time to time, but felt it prudent to hear what others had to say.  Read more

What am I, chopped liver?

As much as I delight in sharing my life with Dharma (the wonder dog), as of late I’m beginning to wonder—is it me, or the dog? It was only a month or two ago, that Dharma received an invitation to attend the ribbon cutting ceremony of a new gift shoppe in Jeffersonville, NY (you know who you are.) Since the dog is unable to use a keyboard, I responded for her and asked if I could tag along.  Read more

Are the grateful dead? Nothing could be “furthur” from the truth

Somewhere in the dark recesses of my sick and twisted mind, everything makes sense. To me. Sadly, the rest of the world is often clueless when it comes to my thought processes, but the kind folks at TRR allow my eccentricities to flourish, and this week I whirled a bit.  Read more

I’m a little bit country...

And just prior to becoming “a little bit Rock & Roll,” I was a teeny bit Doo Wop as well. This week the Bethel Woods Center for the Performing Arts (www.bethelwoodscenter.org) became my second home as I returned to the site of the 1969 Woodstock Festival—repeatedly!  Read more

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