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August 27, 2014
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In My Humble Opinion

The reviews are in!

I’m going to go out on a limb here and write about something I rarely do in this column—me. I know it’s unusual and not at all in character to touch on personal issues in this forum, but I’m hoping, dear Reader, that you’ll indulge me. All kidding aside, a good deal of the past week has revolved around my doing something quite different and risky, pushing boundaries far outside of my comfort zone, and I’m thankful that I managed to escape (for the most part) unscathed.  Read more

Button up your overcoat

For something completely different, I’ve a song stuck in my head. Although I would like to think I’m “special,” this is not an unusual occurrence and most people have experienced the same thing more than once in their lives. If you’ve ever read this column before, you know that this syndrome is not new for me. Happens all the time.  Read more

Trick or treat?

Halloween—people either love it or hate it, but the holiday is not the only excuse to dress up. This past week marked the 20th anniversary of the Boys and Girls Clubs serving Northern Orange and Sullivan Counties, and to thank the supporting communities and sponsors, the organization (www.bgcorange.org) hosted “Celebrating 20 years of Building Great Futures,” a fundraiser extraordinaire held in Middletown, NY (www.westhillscountryclub.com).  Read more

Nothin’ but a hound dog

Okay, I give up. My never-ending effort to stand on my own two feet and crawl out of the shadow of my dog’s popularity has failed. I’m waving the white flag, admitting defeat and giving in. Some of you would argue that I created this monster, but the simple truth is that no one is to blame. It is what it is, and I’m now sanguine about the whole affair. I live with a celebrity and am hanging on for dear life. If she had opposable thumbs, I’d be out of a job and still, the popular consensus is that Dharma writes this column, while I just drive her around. So be it.  Read more

The time machine

There’s no time like the present, according to the old adage. While it seems prudent to be in the moment, there’s something to be said for revisiting the past once in a while, and planning for the future often comes in handy. The past week provided opportunities to do all three, and I’m still basking in the glow of reconnecting with old friends, thanks to social networking. For those of you who have chosen to eschew Facebook (and I’m sure you have your reasons) I’m here to testify.  Read more

Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater

Poor guy, that Peter, Peter. Had a wife and couldn’t keep her. Actually, I feel sorry for her, since (according to the nursery rhyme) he then resorted to putting the old ball-and-chain into a pumpkin shell “and there he kept her very well.” These words flashed through my mind while glancing at my upcoming events schedule (www.riverreporter.com/where-when) and sensing a theme emerging.  Read more

Farm livin’ is the life for me!

Well, in theory, anyhow. Unlike Old MacDonald, I’m not at all sure that I have the stamina to support the desire. I live smack-dab in the middle of farm country and am surrounded by cows, chickens, horses and hay here at Green Acres, and most of my neighbors are farmers. As I traverse the countryside, I often stop to talk to the animals, and they greet me warmly (Dr. Doolittle-style) when I snap a photo or two and (sometimes) let Dharma frolic with her pals.  Read more

The summer knows…

I never used to think of myself as predictable, but as the years pass, certain traditions I hold dear seem more firmly rooted in my psyche than ever before, and I’ve surrendered to the possibility that I mark time in ways that make sense… to me. It’s a bit daunting that the calendar year seems to fly by these days, but I’m of “a certain age” and as the days grow shorter, I’m reminded that I have more summers behind me than lie ahead.  Read more

A mixed bag

More often than not, I have such a wide variety of events to attend here in the Upper Delaware River Valley during any given week that it is sometimes perplexing as to how I will tie them all together with a neat bow when I sit down to write. Music, art, theatre and fundraisers, with a party thrown into the mix, do stimulate, but are frequently at opposite ends of the spectrum and challenge the thought process, as my fingers fly across the keyboard. The past few days were no exception and (figuratively) provided a mixed bag.  Read more

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