It probably wasn't coincidence that I heard that Springsteen song not once, but twice, on my way to the 35th reunion of my 8th grade class, right? There probably isn't a song more appropriate for getting together with classmates and reminiscing about shared childhoods than that nugget that made its debut the same year I … Continue reading Glory Days – Greenwood Lake Middle School’s Class of 1980
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What home feels like
Memorial Day weekend probably seems like the ultimate cliché when it comes to traveling a couple of hours (or more) to revisit one's childhood. Not to take anything away from our nation's true heroes, but surviving our teenaged years in the small village of Greenwood Lake made us veterans of an entirely different sort. Since … Continue reading What home feels like
Iris and other May flowers
In a weekend blooming with fun and old friends, here are a few of the beautiful sights my eyes took in... The other beautiful "stuff" is going to take a little longer to unupload.
Sometimes Mother’s Day stinks
...and I'm not talking about like a bouquet of flowers, either. No, I'm talking about good old-fashioned perspiration. You see, I began my Mother's Day by participating in Fleet Feet's 10K Classic. The race began (and ended) at Bethlehem Central HS* and the route was fairly rural and mostly flat. It was a small field … Continue reading Sometimes Mother’s Day stinks
No safe harbor – Mariner’s Harbor, Kingston
You've probably considered at least once what defines a restaurant experience as a positive one. Was it the menu? The presentation of the plates? The value? Maybe location or ambience? Or was it the service and attention to detail? While we all may have personal opinions about which components of dining out are most significance, … Continue reading No safe harbor – Mariner’s Harbor, Kingston
How do you smell?
If you had asked me that same question 35 years ago, my response would have been “baby soft,” as in Love’s Baby Soft. Unless it was summer, of course. In summer I was devoted to Love's Fresh Lemon. You 70s girls know exactly what I'm talking about, don't you? In many ways I've moved on … Continue reading How do you smell?
No sleep till Brooklyn*
On Friday, despite Mother Nature’s attempt to disrupt my plans, I ventured down to Williamsburg, Brooklyn to attend my uber talented neighbor, Ken Ragsdale’s art show opening at the Front Room Gallery. As someone who doesn’t often attend gallery openings (read: hardly ever), I was a bit out of my element, and, as a person … Continue reading No sleep till Brooklyn*
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