As we flip into the New Year, my thoughts go to community and the perception of the world in opposition to itself.
We stand on a precipice.
No. I don’t mean the state of the world, the environment, or the social structure of our entire society.
What I mean is quite simple. Quite physical. It is set in time and space.
It is the space between the ending of one year and the beginning of the next. (It’s this weekend!)
It might not have been Christmas when Judy Harlan walked into the newspaper office, but it felt like it.
I had never met her.
“Judge Cooke is being honored by the Monticello Masons and you are going to publish a tribute section to him. I’ll contact the people who need to write for it, and sell the ads. The price for a quarter page will be …”
She was a gift.
I learned about the rehabilitation of firefighters this morning over coffee. I am always impressed with the level and the quality of the training that is required by volunteer firefighters, particularly the leadership.
Narrowsburg Assistant Chief and husband Stephen related how the course covered how to take care of firefighters—for their well-being—at an active fire and at the firehouse.
As the holiday season approaches, I muse on the 1983 Peter Yarrow folk song “Light One Candle.”
It’s a song that narrates the Hanukkah story of a small band of believers who were up against the Syrian Army for the right to practice their faith.
"There will be no talking about politics." my father told me when we talked about Thanksgiving plans last week.
"If it starts," he said, "I'm walking away from the table."
I had gotten this warning before, and I admit, had paid it no mind.
It was tough going in the snow on Thursday afternoon.
We closed the office early and left when there was maybe 2 inches on the road. I brushed off the snow from my car, with a plastic bag, not being able to find my scraper. It was light and fluffy. I thought about the hills that I would to climb in my normal 10-minute, seven-mile commute home.
One of the things that I absolutely adore is talking about the nuance of the news. Not just any news, although I like that too, I like talking about headlines and storylines, credits in the present tense, and the capitalization of words according to a style, particularly in relation to The River Reporter.
(Before it’s printed, preferably.)
Halloween’s origins date back to the ancient Celtic festival of Samhain (pronounced sow-in), which was the celebration of the new year.