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Too much time on Facebook

Too much time on Facebook

Although not recognized as a disorder, Facebook certainly is an addiction. It has filled many of my hours, while my vacuum has stood silent and the dishwasher patiently awaiting emptying.

Charlottesville comes home

Charlottesville comes home

The statues are in the south, but this isn’t just a question for southerners. Up here — 500 miles north of Appomattox, and more than 150 years after a Virginia farmer wrote that he’d rather “endure all the horrors of civil war than to see the dusky sons of Ham leading the fair daughters of the South to the altar” — Confederate flags wave from porches and pickup trucks.

Tale of two Catskills

Tale of two Catskills

In lieu of achieving world peace, or even Catskills peace, I’ve always wanted to write a local parody of “Oklahoma!” Clearly, the Farmer and the Cowman — er, the Local and the Transplant — should be friends. It’s like Aunt Eller says: I don’t say I’m no better than anybody else, but I’ll be danged if I ain’t just as good.

Save the bats!

Save the bats!

Want to help the local bat population? Put up a bat house. It won’t save the bats from white-nosed syndrome, but it ups the odds that surviving bats will reproduce.