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December 05, 2016
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Winterfest: have an ice day

This inventive sleigh ride sure looked like fun (from a distance) at Winterfest in Matamoras, PA

Overhearing the judging committee discuss a mystery in their midst, my heart swelled as they debated over who might be responsible for the surprising sculpture discovered in front of one of the shops ( From what I could glean, someone had shown up in the wee hours to carve a block of ice that had been overlooked, with no hint of the artist’s identity. This “secret admirer” reminded me that true love can appear in many forms and I was (momentarily) warmed by the thought.

My third stop on the (now frozen) list was the Sullivan County Museum (sul on Main Street (catchy name!) in Hurleyville, NY. Hurleyville is the winter (there’s that word again) home of the Sullivan County Dramatic Workshop (, whose members were presenting a cabaret show devoted to (yep) love and all things Valentine, clearly designed (in my egocentric world) to get my goat.

The SCDW is currently accepting donations to complete the restoration of its once glittering marquee, and a nice crowd braved the cold to contribute and show their support.

Welcoming the audience, SCDW president Sally Gladden thanked all for attending, saying, “Only with this opportunity from the New York State Office of Parks, Recreation and Historic Preservation, coupled with support of contributors, are we able to restore this jewel to its original splendor.”

Acknowledging that I was in the audience to show my support, I endured the “tribute to love” without complaining about showing up stag. Songs like “Stardust Melody,” “I Got Rhythm” and “Tonight You’re Mine” filled the air, but the numbers that resonated with me were (oddly enough) “Cry Me a River,” “When Will I Be Loved” and “I’ll Never Fall in Love Again.” Every tax-deductible donation makes a difference, assisting in lighting the way to a brighter tomorrow, even on the sidewalks of South Fallsburg, so I will continue to champion the cause.

As the old saying goes: “Hope Springs Eternal.” With spring just around the corner, I will keep the sarcasm down to a dull roar and overlook the daze of whine and roses... this time. No telling what frigid, mind-numbing, loveless adventures await. Cupid, I dare you: draw back your bow.