I’ve written all sorts of Valentine’s Day columns over the years. In an effort to not repeat myself, I re-read several over the weekend, having pulled them from the archives here at The River Reporter. It wasn’t long before a theme emerged. Apparently, I’m not a big fan of the “L word.” Some essays were snarky, others were rude.
Are you looking for an excuse to get outdoors—or maybe not with the sub-zero temperatures experienced recently? Good news: If you can look out your window from that nice warm kitchen or living room and count the birds you see for at least 15 minutes, you can participate in the 22nd Great Backyard Bird Count (GBBC).
If you had walked down Main Street in Narrowsburg 20 years ago, you would have met her.
Traditionally, I consider February my “slow” month—a period of time when more than a few businesses, art galleries, restaurants, theaters and the like, shutter for a few weeks in anticipation of the hustle and bustle that spring inevitably ushers in here in the Upper Delaware River region.
Late winter is upon New York, and the prime season for maple sugaring is nearing. Producing the second-highest quantity of maple syrup—only behind Vermont—New York has a rich history of tapping its state tree, the sugar maple, every winter.
Hello, hope you are all surviving this crazy weather. Minus 13, then next day 46. I pray that Groundhog Phil knows what he is talking about and we have an early spring.
Did you know the beaver is New York State’s official mammal, or that it is North America’s largest rodent? I recently encountered the beaver depicted here and had the opportunity to observe it harvesting twigs from along an icy shoreline, then engaging in grooming activities.
… so good, as the saying goes. The year has been good to us commuters, trains have heat, snow hasn’t caused any real major delays and the commutes have been relatively uneventful. The rest of the year will be another story. Amtrak is doing a major repair of the tunnels leading into Penn Station.
I have become the passenger in my own car since my teenage daughter, Lily, got her New York state drivers permit in November.
If you don’t know what a hashtag is, don’t feel bad, you are not alone.