In my never-ending quest for out-of-this-world entertainment, I am always on the lookout for a good place to land, scouring the countryside in search of the unusual.
In My Humble Opinion
Hopefully by the time this edition of the award-winning River Reporter hits the stands, the endless rain will have stopped—but as I sit at my desk to put the proverbial pen to paper? Well, let’s just say that it’s wet out there, and has been for what seems like forever. I thought about building an ark, but who has time?
What do you get when you mix one part Marty McFly, one part Mr. Peabody and a dash of The Twilight Zone, sprinkled with a light dusting of History 101?
Last week was all about the kids. My schedule originally called for spending time outdoors, but the mercurial nature of spring in the Catskills had different plans, and with the onset of a late April snow, I switched gears and headed for the Tusten Theater in Narrowsburg, NY.
The above title is a reference to the Stephen Sondheim song “Broadway Baby,” written for his acclaimed musical “FOLLIES.” Originally produced for the Broadway stage in 1971, the plot revolves around an old theatre about to be demolished and the now-aged showgirls and performers who reunite to confront their past, singing and dancing about regret
And by “dummies,” I mean me.
The title above alludes to a variety of things: one, the sun has indeed, been shining; two, the song is from the Age-of-Aquarius “tribal love-rock musical” HAIR; and three, I’ll likely be photographing hippies galore over the
It’s the fancy (and by “fancy,” I mean Latin) quasi-poetic way of saying “time flies,” and ain’t that the truth. When we’re young, we think we’re gonna’ live forever, but around middle-age, we start to wonder where the time went.
It’s that time of year again. As plumes of steam emanating from sugar shacks dot the landscape here in the mountains, I’m reminded that I once made maple syrup myself. About 10 years ago, a friend noticed that I had a few sugar maples on my property and suggested that I try my hand at it. “Sure,” I said.
Just when I was about to give up all hope, spring has sprung. Although Mother Nature isn’t quite ready to commit, there’s no denying that winter will be beating a not-so-hasty retreat over the next few weeks, as the snows melt and that big yellow ball in the sky peeks out from time to time.