NARROWSBURG, NY — Though it seems as if I’ve spent a lifetime asking questions, unlike many of you, I’m not sure that I have become wiser with age.
In the past few months, I’ve been trying to make the case that American society in the age of Trump functions very much like an addict—an addict that will soon be confronted with an existential decision to recover or perish.
So what might that recovery look like?
This Saturday, November 17, regular deer season opens in the southern zone of New York State. Hunters will be permitted to hunt deer with guns through December 9, according to New York’s Department of Environmental Conservation (DEC).
The first snows have dusted the Upper Delaware River Region. Other than giving everyone something to crow about on social media, some areas saw just enough accumulation to provide early opportunities for tracking animals and learning more about their “hidden” lives.
Clearly, the simple answer is “no.” I’m not naïve and have a rudimentary understanding of how the world works, so when I ask the question, it’s not because I’m a simpleton. Nor am I “Little Mary Sunshine,” (Google it) warbling in a field of daisies about how swell it is to be alive, ignorant of what lurks behind every flowering shrub.
The Elisha P. Strong mansion in Starrucca, PA, shown here during restoration, is one of the most elegant homes in Wayne County, and its owner was one of the most influential men in the county’s history.
Listening to angler friends toward the end of each season, one hears some interesting dialogue about the changes in trout populations. Most of the commentary centers around theory, not fact. Yet some of the speculation does have merit and is based on common sense, logic and what anglers observe while fishing.
Fall is here, and most of us have already been raking or blowing a few leaves off the driveway or walkways. A couple of things are evident with the colors of the autumn leaves this year: a lot of the leaves are still green (or took longer to change color), and the leaves that did turn color seemed to be a duller red or yellow.
Working through my anger and sadness about the obscene attack at the Tree of Life synagogue in Pittsburgh, I couldn’t help being struck and even comforted by the constant invocation of the temple’s potently life-affirming name.
Leave it to my mother, the daughter of Irish Catholic Republicans from Pittsburgh, to move our small family to Squirrel Hill in the 1950s.