Unless you buy the perfect amount of paint every time, you might be like most Americans and have a few cans (or a lot more) of leftover paint sitting around. What are you supposed to do with it?
Like many Southerners, my mother was a connoisseur of colloquialisms. Examples from her colorful repertoire frequently pop into my mind, eloquent and uniquely apt. Last Thursday, with the not unexpected announcement that the President has decided the U.S.
More than three years after the FBI raided the offices of Shalom Lamm in Bloomingburg, NY, there is now a guilty plea in the case. On May 25, developer Kenneth Nakdimen, Lamm’s partner, pled guilty to a single count of conspiracy to corrupt the electoral process.
Whomever you voted for, it doesn’t make you a bad person
Boy oh boy, it is tough for me and many other Americans as we followed the presidential candidates and watch the news and all its negativity, bias and spins. So we have a new president and things have changed politically.
When William Bradford and his companions disembarked the Mayflower, they did so from a culture in full swing for centuries. Nevertheless, besieged by scurvy after many weeks at sea, they incurred heavy losses. Furthering matters, the New England winter granted no quarter.
There is a certain freedom in being a senior citizen, if you are willing to own up to it. There are the discounts, sure. But there is also the free pass to do what you want, up to a point. I don’t want to go to more than one social event in a day. Was this different a month ago? No. But now I give myself a pass and go to the one I choose.
The Millennium Pipeline Company is in the process of getting permits for a compressor station in Eldred and other pipeline expansion projects known collectively as the Eastern System Upgrade (ESU).
The following is my experience as a resident of the rehabilitation unit of the Sullivan County Adult Care Center, 256 Sunset Lake Rd. in Liberty, NY.
Is the Flexible Flow Management Program (FFMP) in limbo?
It’s Sunday, July 25, 1972; the Yankee game had just stared. The phone rang, and colleague Ed was on the line: “Tony, you have to come over here; I’m at Boucheaux Brook and there are hundreds of trout off the mouth. The Delaware is 86°F.”
Ah, spring has sprung, and the flowers are blooming, the grass is green, days are longer and every morning we awake to the songs of the birds. At approximately 6 o’clock each morning we hear a banging at our upstairs window; if the song birds didn’t wake you up this certainly will.