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December 21, 2014
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In My Humble Opinion

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

Send in the clowns

I think it’s safe to say that I’m not alone when it comes to a fear of clowns. From a very early age, they have made me nervous, skittish and (once in a while) downright freaked out. It still amazes me that clowns are often associated with glee, joy and happiness, since that is not my experience, but as usual, I am reminded that everyone has their own humble opinion. Scanning The River Reporter last week (yes, I read the paper) I came across a blurb about an art exhibit taking place at the River Market in Barryville, NY, titled “Through the Eyes of Wendell M.  Read more

Star Struck

Labor Day is upon us and summer is almost gone. While in no hurry, I’m a big fan of fall and looking forward to the harvest festivals, pumpkin parties, costume parades and of course, Halloween. Not wanting to get ahead of myself, I did my best to stay in the moment during the past week, which turned out to be all music all the time. As the season winds down, so does the hoopla at Bethel Woods (www.bethelwoodscenter.org) and in the past few days, I attended, met with and photographed Philip Phillips, John Mayer, Florida Georgia Line, Thompson Square and Luke Bryan.  Read more

Guess who’s coming to dinner

Just when I thought I had seen (and heard) it all, along comes the Zac Brown Band (ZBB). I know a little bit about a lot of things, but ZBB was not on my radar, save for the knowledge that the band is wildly popular and that their one-night-only appearance at Bethel Woods sold out very quickly.  Read more