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October 20, 2014
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In My Humble Opinion

Music for the eyes, art for the ears

Here in the Upper Delaware Valley, variety is indeed the spice of life. This past week served up a perfect menu, since The River Reporter’s “Where and When” section was riddled with choices. Fascinated (yet horrified) by that woman known only as “Danielle” who spent $50,000 to clone her dog (www.andersoncooper.com), I realized that simply being called a dog from time to time does not qualify me for cloning. Yet. Therefore, schedule in hand, I made my selections and headed out.  Read more

Let my people go!

It would seem that use of the lunar calendar has its advantages. Rather than attempting to fit holidays into the school schedule, or playing fast and loose with historical dates simply to create a three-day weekend, staying true to Biblical reference can be equally convenient. This year, both Easter and Passover occurred at the same time, which had more to do with the phases of the moon than man’s interference.  Read more

The Museum at Bethel Woods: ‘A Tale of Two Posters’

There are many early signs of spring that tug at my heart strings: the first robin scrounging for worms in the warming soil, the forsythia blooming with sunshine-yellow buds, even the overturned trash cans that waking bears rummaged through during the night.  Read more

Writer’s block

I’d like to say that “it had to happen sometime” but truth be told, my (hopefully) temporary ennui has visited before. “It goes with the territory” one of my colleagues chirped over lunch. “If you’re lucky enough to write for a living, the day will come when words will literally fail you. Ironic, isn’t it?”  Read more

Celebrate, celebrate... dance to the music!

Seeking the lyrics on line to the Three Dog Night classic, I was redirected to www.oldielyrics.com. Oldie. If I weren’t so happy to be out and about this past weekend, the reference to my age might have aggravated me. Attempting to abide by doctor’s orders, I resolved to “take it easy” last Saturday, while celebrating in Jeffersonville, NY with thousands of St. Patrick’s Day revelers.  Read more

Worth a thousand words!

Lately I have been on a personal mission, searching for the meaning of life. An existential crisis of sorts, this road trip in my mind has taken me down a variety of paths, some of which I have visited before—while others are a road less traveled.  Read more

Back in the saddle (again)

For something completely different, a song springs to mind as I ponder the last weeks and all that has transpired. With almost two full months under my belt since being released from the hospital, languishing on the couch (which is now in a secret, undisclosed location) no longer seems like a viable option. Now that I have an Internet connection, my world has once again opened its doors and invited me to participate. So I bit the proverbial bullet and ventured forth—with help from others, of course!  Read more

‘All About Nora’

Two weeks ago, while in the throes of recuperation, I sent up smoke signals in a column and on Facebook, asking for assistance. While I received many responses, my iffy Internet connection made it nigh-on impossible to follow up with most of them in a timely manner, and my frustration level reached the boiling point when I realized another weekend was going to be a wash for me.  Read more

What we have here, is a failure to communicate!

The past week has been an exercise in futility, to say the least. Last Thursday, we had a little snow. Didn’t amount to much; in fact I don’t think it was more than three inches. Even though it was just a dusting, the flakes were wet and dense, sticking to the trees and making the walkways slippery-—especially for me, since I’m still having difficulty navigating around the house, relearning how to use my abdominal muscles and overwhelmed with cabin fever.  Read more

Help! I need somebody

For something completely different, I have music stuck in my head—and as usual, it pertains to my state of mind. I wish I could claim that it has something to do with being a savant of some sort, but sadly, not so much. This weird syndrome has gone on in my brain for so many years that I’ve stopped questioning why, and just let the endless melodies play on, hoping that inspiration will strike a chord.  Read more