Bear reality

“You here to stir up trouble?” the wildlife official asks with a grin, only half-jokingly. The truth is, I’m not. But my camera, notebook and pen are making people nervous.

I’m really here to get a better glimpse of a reality of rural living on the first day of bear-hunting season. I need to see for myself what goes on at the bear check station set up by the Pennsylvania Game Commission at Shohola Falls.

My stomach does a quick flip as I turn in at the sign, painted with a black bear. Will I be able to look at the bloodied carcasses? I park at the outermost edge of a substantial collection of vehicles, mostly trucks, leading to the check-in building.

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Visioning’s first step

By SALLY TALAGA

I recently took a day trip to my childhood home in northern New Jersey and it made me appreciate anew my adopted home of Wayne County, PA. The closer I got to my destination, the greater the number of cars on the road, and the faster they were traveling.

When I was growing up in the 1950s, a divided two-lane (each way) highway was the scariest road I had to deal with in driver education. Now, in its place are six lanes, jammed each way.

My trip put the stop-and-go traffic on Main Street in Honesdale during certain times of the day and year into perspective.

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Equestrienne extraordinaire

JEFFERSONVILLE, NY—Face it. Part of being a parent is learning to deal with the sometimes unpredictable nature of one’s children. Sometimes they announce an interest in doing something completely unexpected.

For Laura and Steve Mariski of Monticello, life would have been so much simpler if their young daughter Julia had decided to stay with dancing lessons. Instead, when she was 10 years old, she announced to her parents that she wanted to learn to ride a horse.

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