Dear Harvey: Love, Irene
In disasters, there is helpful help, and then there is all the other stuff people do in a well-intentioned spasm of conscience.
In disasters, there is helpful help, and then there is all the other stuff people do in a well-intentioned spasm of conscience.
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.
Few places on Earth are as unfriendly to the carless as rural Delaware County.
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.
Dear God, I really wish Michelle Obama, Jamie Clayton or John Leguizamo was president right now. As we reel from
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.
Two geologists hike up to an old bluestone quarry and find some rare fossils.
Two years ago, Saugerties’ three incumbent county legislators ran without serious opposition. This year will be different.
Friday, July 28 you can see the affable and enduring rocker at The Anchor alongside local sea-chanty folk punkers Casting Ships for one of the best shows of the summer. For just $5 you are going to have a night to remember.
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.