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September 03, 2014
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In My Humble Opinion

I’m never gonna stop the rain by complainin’

Words to live by—and yet, I gave it a pretty good shot during the last week, bitchin’ up a storm. The endless rain worked my nerves, in conjunction with the still-aching rib, and I allowed the weather to make me a bit crazy. The intermittent showers had me a little “scattered” as I rearranged plans constantly and experienced some minor difficulties going with the flow.  Read more

Get me to the church on time

I think about writing all of the time—and especially this column. As I plot out the details of the coming week, the column begins to take on life in its own ever-changing, capricious way, almost becoming alive in my anthropomorphic mind as I wend my way through this entertaining, never ending tour of the Delaware River Valley. Sometimes I stop to snap a pic of a baby skunk by the side of the road, and this act alone gives birth to a paragraph or two. Other days, it’s the weather.  Read more

Pain management? Don’t make me laugh.

Last week, after participating in Prayers for World Peace at the Kadampa Meditation Center ( www.kadampanewyork.org ), I was approached by one of the nuns for a favor. Knowing that I drive a pickup, she asked if I could spare some time and help the Temple out with a dump-run, since they had a lot of refuse to dispose of responsibly.  Read more

‘Don’t rain on my parade!’

Those memorable lyrics, written by Bob Merrill and Jule Styne- for the Broadway classic “Funny Girl,” ran through my head during the past week as I made my way through the thunderstorms soaking the region – as always, in search of adventure.  Read more

Something old, something new

I find myself looking backward this week, so the last event I covered is still fresh in my mind, but not necessarily fresh. Agatha Christie’s “And Then There Were None” is currently playing at the Rivoli Theatre in S. Fallsburg, NY (www.scdw.net) and having been written in 1939, certainly falls under “something old.”  Read more

Old hippies never die…

They go Phishing. Well, this old hippie did anyway. Sort of. With so much talk about the band “Phish” (that I had never heard of) coming to town, I debated with myself over how to write about it. I knew little about the group itself ( www.phish.com ), but from what I gathered, this was to be no ordinary concert at the Bethel Woods Performing Arts Center ( www.bethelwoodscenter.org ). It was to be more of an “event,” since the group (and their faithful followers) would be in Sullivan County for three days.  Read more

Oh joy! Oh rapture!

Since I own a television, there was no escaping the imminent possibility of what some folks claimed might happen on May 21, 2011. According to the onslaught of information, we were in for quite a ride. Words like “judgment,” “evil” and “sin” kept popping up; therefore I was a bit hesitant to dismiss it out of hand, and made my plans accordingly.  Read more

Eileen Ivers & Immigrant Soul: not just fiddlin’ around

Clearly, the folks at the Bethel Woods Center for the Arts ( www.Bethelwoods.org ) had their thinking caps on when dubbing the “Event Gallery.” My dictionary describes “event” with words like “momentous,” “important” and “exciting.”

Grammy-winning fiddler Eileen Ivers and her band, Immigrant Soul, who performed to a sold-out crowd at the venue this past Saturday, were (IMHO) above and beyond any musical “event” that I have ever personally attended.  Read more

Linked in and on the run...

The question that hangs in the air is whether there is such a thing as “too much fun?” Judging by the past week, I hesitate to say “yes” but that said, I’m grateful that I must slow down for a brief shining moment and share my exploits, while sitting still.  Read more

Spring cleaning: it’s the little things...

It just so happens that I am one of those who love to clean. I have found that when my environment is cluttered, my mind follows suit. So it was with anticipation, rather than dread, that I finally got down to business this week. The dust and cobwebs in the house were the least of my concerns, but rather the cobwebs in my mind that were on the forefront of the attack.  Read more

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