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In My Humble Opinion

It’s not about me…

…Well, maybe a little. After all, it’s my column. Even though I do share personal information in the pages of The River Reporter, it’s just an excuse to write about my observations of what all of you are doing. At the risk of sounding repetitious, I am constantly amazed by the outpouring of community support that surrounds so many fundraisers here in the Upper Delaware River region. Yes, it’s true; I get around. With four counties, 60 communities and two states to cover, I travel a lot, but at least I’m not always in the office annoying my co-workers.  Read more

Murphy’s Law

I’m sure you’ve heard of it. Wikipedia defines it as “an old adage, typically stated as: ‘Anything that can go wrong will go wrong.’” Ain’t that the truth. At the risk of sounding like a total nut-job, I’m also feeling the effect of Mercury being in retrograde, which, according to many, causes miscommunication, misunderstandings, mistakes and issues with all things electronic. Various astrology sites inform that this latest retrograde period began on the third of October and continues for another few days, ending its cycle on the 23rd.  Read more

Smile for the camera!

The past week has been interesting, to say the least. In a near-perfect tribute to the expression “turnabout is fair play,” I’ve spent the better part of the last few days being shadowed by a photojournalist who was assigned to follow me (I mean the dog) as we traversed the Upper Delaware River region in search of arts and leisure. At first, I thought the phone call was about me. Wrong.  Read more

Past-Present-Future

Although I’m in no mood to think about a certain ho-ho-holiday looming on the horizon, I have spent the past week or so ruminating on the past, since Rosh Hashanah (the Jewish New Year) has already come and gone. While I may not have worn a funny hat or used a noisemaker (I make enough noise all year long), I did celebrate in my own way prior to the most solemn day in Judaism—Yom Kippur.  Read more

I heard it through the grapevine

If it’s second-hand conversation, is it gossip? My dictionary suggests that gossip means “casual or unconstrained conversation or reports about other people, typically involving details that are not confirmed as being true.” It goes on to give me synonyms such as “tidbits, whispers and canards.” I always thought “canard” was French for “duck,” so I looked that up too, just to be sure. Sure enough, “an aquatic bird” came up (www.dictionary.com) along with “an unfounded rumor,” and my newest favorite word took flight. Canard.  Read more

If it looks like a duck…

Looks can be deceiving. A perfect example hit me this morning, when I looked out the window as the Wonder Dog whimpered for a walk. Blue skies and fluffy clouds scudded by, but when I checked the thermometer, it read 37 degrees. Yep—it’s fall. Not a bad thing, but when I went to bed, the leaves were still green. This morning? Not so much. “Don’t forget the camera,” I thought, as I grabbed the leash and put a jacket on for our stroll.  Read more

‘Fashionably late’

For me, the term itself borders on the oxymoron. Early in life, my mother drummed punctuality into my head and insisted that bad manners were not to be tolerated. “It’s rude,” she’d say, “and there is nothing fashionable about it.” Even as a youngster, I had a secret desire to be popular and left no stone unturned in my quest. I struggled to develop personal style and was never very good at dressing myself, so I pursued other avenues with which to appear worldly. One day I strutted into the dining room (late for dinner) and thrust the dictionary into my (very stylish) mother’s lap.  Read more

Shine on harvest moon

Yes, it’s here. Actually, by the time this column hits the stands, September’s full moon will have come and gone, but still… even if I wanted to stop the seasons from changing I cannot. Autumn has many glorious aspects to embrace, including (but not limited to) the burst of fall foliage that sweeps across the Upper Delaware River region and the plethora of festivals celebrating the annual harvest.  Read more

The times, they are a-changin’

Some of us embrace it, others tend to balk. It’s the six-letter word that often strikes fear in the hearts of even the strongest. Change. Whether we like it or not, it’s the only thing that remains constant and that, in itself, aggravates me. One would think that by now, I’d be used to it… but no. As I wend my way through the Upper Delaware River region, I hear whispers of malcontent. “What happened to summer?” folks ask, as if I have the answer. “Where did it go?” I understand that it’s all about perception. In truth, the seasons have the same lifespans that they have always had.  Read more

It ain’t over till it’s over…

Don’t tell the boss, but I played hooky yesterday. Oh, sure, I’ve been busy. Zooming around the Upper Delaware River region in my chariot, I managed to exhaust myself (doesn’t take much) crossing the mighty Delaware to check out a festival, (www.wallylakefest.com) and escorting the pup (www.facebook.com/DharmaTheWonderDog) to her personal appearance with the kids in Callicoon, NY (www.delawareyouthcenter.org) so that she could help raise funds for the Grover Hermann Hospital and the auxiliary’s goal of acquiring new sonogram equipment.  Read more

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