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December 03, 2016
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TRR photo by Jonathan Fox

The comparison to the ‘60s continued, as the “high” gave way to the inevitable “crash” and I looked around the room, taking it all in (the good, the bad and the ugly) as the years gone by washed over the Elks Club Lodge before Lynne and I made our way back to the Catskills, dissecting every aspect of the evening, laughing, crying and sighing. Acknowledging those who are no longer with us was a natural part of the gabfest and the passage of time hung in the air as we hit Sullivan County and home. Glad to know that my guest would stay on for a day, I enthused about our upcoming excursion to the Harvest Festival (www.bethelwoodscenter.org) and the chance to give Lynne a taste of my life here in the Upper Delaware Valley.

While regaling her with enthusiastic commentary, I ran into friends and neighbors from all corners of the region, breathing the fresh country air, and we had a ball exploring the craft tents, workshops and farmers’ market, while live entertainment propelled us toward the amazing aromas emanating from the food booths. In a valiant attempt to give Lynne the full-on harvest experience, I waxed rhapsodic about life in the Catskills and the incredible sense of community that encompasses every outing. A deep sigh of satisfaction slipped out as we stopped and chatted with the lively social network of residents and visitors, before hitting the Woodstock Festival monument and running into Bethel Woods site interpreter Duke Devlin, who (as always) welcomed my guest with open arms and amazing tidbits of information about the world famous music festival held in Bethel, NY when Lynne and I were attending high school.

Gal-pal Ellany Gable stopped by this morning to bid Lynne adieu, and asked me if I had been active on Facebook since my return. Being told “no,” she regretfully informed me that one of our own, PR guru Lori Rubinstein, had passed away while I was out of town and my sigh became one of sorrow. Rubinstein was a driving force in the community and her smiling face seemed to greet me wherever I went, since we were often photographing and covering events together throughout the years. Lori’s unstoppable commitment to celebrating life in the Catskills was admirable and uplifting, and when I checked her social networking page, I saw that we had 64 (real, honest-to-god) friends in common.