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March 27, 2015
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In My Humble Opinion

Snow days

Oh, how those two little words used to thrill. I’m not sure when I turned into my own grandfather, but as kids across the Upper Delaware River region press their noses to the window, praying to hear the news, I find myself regaling youngsters with how difficult it was back in the day, when it took a blizzard to cause a cancellation and we had to walk to school, bundled up in snow pants and mittens, braving the elements whether we wanted to or not.  Read more

I guess that’s why they call it the blues

It happens every year. After the lights have dimmed and the trees (and menorahs) come down, the melancholy often sets in for many of us who have been busy rushing around expressing good will to strangers on the streets while dropping coins into buckets in an attempt to lift the spirits of those less fortunate than ourselves.  Read more

My favorite things

As 2014 draws to a close, I can’t help but review the last year in my head. Since I’m often feeble-minded, I feel fortunate to have my trusty camera and the photos therein, with which to refresh my memory as I peruse the pictures, recalling the many opportunities I’ve had to capture the world of arts and leisure here in the Upper Delaware River region.  Read more

I’ve got no strings on me

Anyone who is a fan of old Disney movies more than likely remembers that tune. Written for the 1940 animated masterpiece “Pinocchio,” the music and lyrics by Leigh Harline and Ned Washington (respectively) have stayed with me since I saw the film as a youngster. It wasn’t until much later in life that I realized that the lyrics, and story itself, were allegorical. “I’ve got no strings to hold me down,-to make me fret, or make me frown,” claims the puppet who wishes to be a real boy. “I had strings, but now I’m free—there are no strings on me!”  Read more

It’s a wonderful life

I haven’t exactly been grumpy, but I wasn’t feeling the spirit move me either, until I got the Bah! Humbug! knocked out of me over the last week as I dashed through the snow, careening through the Upper Delaware River region at a breakneck pace in search of all things festive. Last week’s weather had me a bit out of sorts, since some events were cancelled due to slick roads. But the celebrations that the Wonder Dog and I have attended recently reinforced my ongoing love of community, breathing new life into the notion that sometimes (just sometimes!) it truly is a wonderful life.  Read more

C’mon, it’s lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you

Lately, I’ve been yearning for a sleigh of my own, since it seems that what has been considered an outmoded form of transportation is in again. My dictionary defines outmoded as “old-fashioned, unstylish, and out of date” along with “passé, untrendy and uncool.” I’ve been called a lot of things, but “trendy” and “cool” have never been on the list, so it would seem I’m a perfect candidate for bringing back the “ring-ting-tingle-ing too.”  Read more

‘Tis the season!

Boy, is it ever! In the blink of an eye, the weather turned frosty, snow is on the ground and festive lights abound throughout the Upper Delaware River region. I’m just beginning the arduous task of unpacking after the most grueling move I’ve ever endured, but I’m home for the holidays, and thrilled to be here. I managed to unearth my mother’s menorah, and with Hanukkah beginning on the 16th, just in the nick of time. This year, the last night of the “Festival of Lights” is on Christmas Eve, and I always like it when the two holidays coincide.  Read more

A day in the Manor

More often than not, I find myself zipping from county to county in search of arts and leisure scattered throughout the Upper Delaware River region. As luck would have it, I noticed that I had four different events on my calendar, all of which were slated to occur in Livingston Manor, NY, so I only had to park once and stroll through town at my usual breakneck pace.  Read more

Moving day (Part two) Out with the old….

You know what they say—“It ain’t over till the fat lady sings.” So far, I have seen no opera divas warming up in the wings. Although I have already moved two fairly large truckloads to my beautiful new home, I have yet to get the storage space squared away and still have boxes and crates piled up by the door of the old place, waiting to be transferred to an undisclosed location, somewhere in Sullivan County (www.scva.net).  Read more

Moving day

Who loves moving? Who loves change? OK, I see a few of you out there holding your hand up in the air, but for most of us, moving is more than a little stressful. In my never-ending quest for peace of mind, I turned to the Internet for solace. Oy. Instead of finding soothing words of encouragement, I discovered these “shocking stats about moving-related stress” (www.moversnmoreservice.com): “Many studies conducted in the U.S. show that people believe that moving to a new home will be one of the most stressful events in their lives,” I read, through blurred sleepless eyes.  Read more