Wow, man. Between the never-ending rain and the plethora of events in the Upper Delaware River region, July has come and gone.
In My Humble Opinion
The lyrics from that old television theme song often pop into my head as I make my way from town to town in search of leisure-time entertainment, in the hopes that by sharing my thoughts (aka “humble” opinion) on all that I see, I can encourage you to get out there and support the arts.
Yes, the sound of music fills the air throughout the Upper Delaware River region all year long, but especially during the summer, thanks (in part) to the Pavilion concert season at Bethel Woods. Don’t get me wrong, I love checking out the local music scene and really enjoy the wide variety of entertainment that our home-grown bands provide.
Admittedly, I have more than a few miles under my belt at this stage in life, but it is milestones of a different sort that have cropped up over the last few days.
There are literally more than 50 towns, villages and hamlets that we at The River Reporter write about as we traverse the Upper Delaware River region in search of stories that continue our 40-plus-year tradition of award-winning coverage, delivering all the news that’s fit to print in your neck of the woods.
A long time ago (aka the 1970s) in a galaxy far, far away, I was a professional actor, which proved to be a decent training ground for my career as a theatre critic, among other dubious achievements.
Regardless of how frequently I remind myself to stop and smell the roses, more often than not they bloom while I am racing past them at lightning speed, on my way to a play, a concert, a gallery and a street fair.
Ain’t that the truth. It seems like only a week ago that I still had the heat on, and now…? Air conditioners are humming. Apparently, Mother Nature finally got the memo, and while May was a bit on the chilly side, June has been positively sultry for the last few days.
In the interest of full disclosure, I will admit that I am not wild about birds. Oh, they’re fine up in the trees or flitting about, soaring through the sky overhead, but when they get in my personal space? Different story. Honestly, I have never understood the allure of keeping birds inside and loathe the idea of caging them.
That’s right—I completed another full revolution around the sun over the holiday weekend, but truth be told, it wasn’t exactly a picnic.