So here’s the thing. I do not plagiarize—at least not on purpose—but I kinda sorta did this week, and this is how it all went down.
In My Humble Opinion
Yep, it’s that time of year again, when days grow shorter, the nights grow colder, and summer takes up residence in the past. I’m doing my utmost to follow my shrink’s advice and just “Embrace it—the good, the bad and the ugly,” while dusting my incredibly dusty house and waiting for company to arrive.
And music… there will always be music. Every so often all three subjects collide, creating a “perfect storm” in the entertainment world. Such was the case over the last few days, as I spent some quality time in a library, celebrated a milestone with good friends at a tavern, and saw seven films all in a row at a movie theater.
I had the opportunity to go home last week, and by “home” I mean Binghamton, NY. It is, after all, where I was born and raised, and while I have many fond memories of my childhood, there are some dark clouds on that distant horizon as well.
With end-of-summer events cascading throughout the Upper Delaware River region, I suffered from melancholia a bit, for once again, it all flew by too fast.
Rumor has it that Labor Day is just around the corner, but I’m having a hard time accepting that as anything other than “fake news.” Last I looked, there were fireworks lighting up the sky and the lazy, hazy days of summer stretched out in front of us, beckoning with promises of fireflies and barbeques, tubing on the river and sultry afternoons
There are scads of reasons to love my job. Among them are the incredible opportunities I have to attend a wide variety of fantastic events being held at any given moment, scattered throughout the Upper Delaware River region.
Most of the year, I’m not all that fond of “adulting,” what with work, bills and obligations up the wazoo, but when summer rolls around, it’s easier to slip into the old mindset of a carefree childhood and make time for some good old-fashioned fun.
I’m pretty sure that William Shakespeare wrote those very words in his play “Twelfth Night,” but I’m too lazy to look it up and don’t want to bore you with the details. What I will share is that a passion for music (and opera in particular) was never more evident than at the Tusten Theatre in Narrowsburg, NY last Saturday night.
Believe it or not, I’ve been working at The River Reporter for more than a decade, covering the world of arts and leisure here in the Catskills. One of the challenges in writing this column is finding a common thread among the variety of events that I attend during any given week.