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A night at the brewery, a day in the garden…and all that jazz

The Coyote Anderson Quartet ripped the roof off of the Dead End Cafe in Parksville, NY with their jazz prowess and mad skills.

May 21, 2014

Believe it or not, being the center of attention is not always my cup of tea. In my mind’s eye, I see some of you laughing and shaking your heads, but it’s true. In fact, there are times when I’m downright shy (hold the guffaws), so when I marched in to the Callicoon Brewing Co. ( the other night under the guise of spending some quality time with my “work wife,” the amazing Amanda Reed, I was not prepared for a surprise party. Amanda, with the assistance of others at The River Reporter, had put together a birthday party of impressive proportions, replete with a band (Doug Rogers and the Backseat Drivers), a beautiful repast and a room full of people who showed up in an epic rainstorm to help me ring in a new decade. Yes, I’m old… but not too old to appreciate the time, effort and heaps of loving kindness (not to mention some swell gifts!) that rained on me that night and for that, we thank you.

Feeling celebrated (if not a bit creaky) was lovely, and instilled a little youthful vigor in me just in time to adjust the hitch in my git-along and take to the open road, the Wonder Dog’s ears flapping in the breeze, which led us directly to Livingston Manor, NY and its inaugural Garden Day. My events calendar promised “a day filled with neighborhood vendors tempting us with gardening-related wares” and “music on an outside stage, filling the air,” as Master Gardeners answered questions and beekeepers demonstrated how they keep track of their queen. With an eye toward making this an annual event, presented by the Livingston Manor Library, Sullivan County Audubon, the Manor Chamber and Renaissance Team, I was happy to see so many folks milling about, taking advantage of the dry weather and enjoying a spring festival that educated and entertained, keeping my mind off of turning 40. Oops, I mean 50. Wait. What?