Out with the old...
December 26, 2012 —
How we, as individuals, perceive the world around us is as varied as the snowflakes. Everyone has an opinion (humble or otherwise) and I am (clearly!) no exception. At this time of year, conversation invariably turns to the passage of time and often, how quickly the year has flown by. For me (and I suspect many of you) it’s been a long and winding road. Some of you might recall that on New Years Eve last year, I found myself in the hospital, undergoing emergency surgery. After months of recovery and moving (twice!), I’m firmly ensconced in my new digs and reflecting on the last year—the good, the bad and (here’s where it gets a bit dicey) the ugly.
Thankfully, I’m still here—but it has been a bumpy ride and I know that I’m not alone. One of the many wondrous aspects of life in the country is the camaraderie and fellowship that resounds throughout the region. Regardless of personal hardship, friends, neighbors and loved ones gather year ‘round to lend a helping hand, and although it seems more prevalent during the holidays, here in the Catskills it never really ends. As I peruse my River Reporter photos snapped at events during 2012, I’m reminded of the rich, diverse culture that surrounds, and revel in the amazing scope of music, art, family events and (lest we forget, parades!) that mark the calendar. (To see my complete 2012 year-in-review photo album, “like” us at www.facebook.com/riverreporter.)
Speaking of photographs... and our theme, “out with the old,” the new year offers up an opportunity to address an issue that many of you have brought to my attention (repeatedly!). I often ask for your opinion, and apparently that has opened a “Pandora’s Box” that I did not see coming. While it’s nice to know that our very discerning readers of The River Reporter are paying attention, I had no idea that so many of you were looking at the tiny snapshot of me in the upper left corner of my column. While attending a performance at the Forestburgh Playhouse (www.fbplayhouse.org) last summer, a complete stranger approached me and asked how old said photograph was? “Doesn’t look a thing like you,” she shouted. “Who are you trying to kid?” Slightly aghast (and mildly amused) I thanked her for her “input” and informed that I’d consider a change.