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July 11, 2014
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In My Humble Opinion

The iceman cometh

With winter breathing down our necks, Mother Nature (in her infinite wisdom) has decided to get a jump on things. Clearly, she and Jack Frost are in cahoots, since the iceman has been busy creating magical designs on windows across the Upper Delaware Valley. I suppose those with triple-insulated thermal panes have been spared, but my place (and I suspect many of yours’) could use a little extra insulation, so when the temperature dips, oh-so-pretty designs appear on my glass, courtesy of the imp with the icy paintbrush.  Read more

It’s beginning to look a lot like nap time

Yes, I’m tired… and it’s only just begun. Before anyone accuses me of being a Grinch, let it be said I’m big a fan of the holidays, but a little bit goes a long way for me, and the older I get, the less I need. There was a time (long ago and far away) when it seemed as if I couldn’t get enough and wanted the festivities to go on forever, but as anyone over 40 knows, time keeps on slippin’, slippin’… and last I looked, it was the Fourth of July.  Read more

Head, shoulders, knees and toes

“Use your head,” my mother used to warn. “You need to think about what you’re doing.” Regardless of Mom’s attempts to drill this into my thick skull, I’ve always been a little late to the party when it comes to planning and more often than not suffer the consequences. No surprise then that with only a few pages left on this year’s calendar, I’m falling behind schedule as the holidays begin in earnest. Pondering what the next year will bring reminded me that I’d been presented with the rare opportunity to observe a calendar-in-the-making photo shoot happening in Shohola, PA.  Read more

Over the river and through the woods

While I may not be going to grandmother’s house, Thanksgiving is just around the corner, and many have already made plans. Grateful to have options this year, I’m still vacillating, but might make a few stops on that day. Meanwhile, I’ve been traipsing through the woods, putting miles on the truck and hauling the dog from one end of Sullivan County to the other this past week. At times, I manage to cross the Delaware River and experience what Pennsylvania has to offer, but the county I call home (www.scva.net) covers nearly 1,000-square miles, so there was plenty to keep me occupied without crossing the border during the last few days.  Read more

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