Walking Woodstock: A citizen of Ashokan
On a warm late Sunday afternoon in mid-October the flaneur lay sprawled on a boulder atop Mount Guardian, studying, from
On a warm late Sunday afternoon in mid-October the flaneur lay sprawled on a boulder atop Mount Guardian, studying, from
The World’s Most Famous Small Town exists in time as well as space. For devotees of local history, it is
By default, I am the keeper of the R.Mutt Press pencil. This is a responsibility that will weigh heavily on
How does one describe the Woodstock Library Forum, now celebrating its 30th year? Diana (Stern) Boggs, who worked at the
Half a lifetime ago, the flaneur was a meatloaf. He needed a makeover, big time. In the early ‘80’s it
People don’t move to Woodstock for laughter and parties. Woodstock is earnest, one might even say heavy. Its Boomer elders
Summers in the late Seventies when the day’s writing had gone well, the flaneur would think of Bearsville, and of
In early October, 1984, feeling restless and with some time on my hands, I decided to hike the Devil’s Path
Will Nixon and I stood on a low bank of the Hudson in one of its reaches near Saugerties, watching