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December 12, 2017
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In My Humble Opinion

Tears on my pillow

So here’s the thing about writing a “personal” column—it’s personal. On one hand, that makes my job easier, since I am recounting my own experience here in the Upper Delaware River region and therefore given a lot of leeway by those in charge at The River Reporter. On the other hand, by living my life as a virtual open book, I’m opening myself up in a way that often finds me vulnerable to others offering up their own humble opinions on what I should do, how I should act, or even (heaven forbid!) what I should say.  Read more

Great expectations

Having expectations is natural, I suppose, but sometimes lead to heartache. As with most things, there are “two sides to every coin,” and while expectations are a good thing when setting goals, it’s “attachment” to the plan that is often my downfall. It’s taken many years for me to grasp this concept, and I’m still learning. During my on-again/off-again study of Buddhist principle (, the subject has come up on more than one occasion, but putting it into practice is where the challenge arises.  Read more

First impressions

“It’s pretty simple that first impressions of people are really a big mistake,” actor/producer Vincent D’Onofrio once said ( I simultaneously agree and disagree with D’Onofrio’s assessment, but first impressions (right or wrong) played a big part in my week. Last Friday, I zipped over to Thunder 102 radio station ( to congratulate on-air personality Mike Sakell, who was celebrating 36 years of working in radio.  Read more

No-Shave November

I wouldn’t call myself lazy, per se, but I’m fond of accomplishing goals while putting in as little effort as possible. After all, I’m a pretty busy guy, which doesn’t leave me a lot of free time, and as many of you know, “Idle hands are the devil’s playground.” So with Halloween behind me, I would rather not run into the devil himself anytime soon.  Read more

Trick or treat?

Halloween used to be my favorite holiday, but over the past few years, the spooktacular frivolity has gotten old, just like me. Perhaps my case of arrested development has worn off and adulthood is finally setting in, or maybe I’m just too jaded to care. All I know is that even though neighborhoods throughout the Upper Delaware River region are about to be teeming with little ones shrieking with glee while their parents attend more adult-themed festivities, I’m not sure that I’ll even go out to one of the many parties (see page 16) scheduled to occur over the next few nights.  Read more

With a song in my heart

Nostalgia reigned supreme last week as I wended my way throughout the Upper Delaware River region in search of spots to photograph the ever-changing array of color that has enveloped the Catskills over the last 10 days. Constantly pulling over to the side of the road, I stopped, marveled and clicked my way through Pennsylvania and New York, making my way to Barryville, Milford, Shohola, Livingston Manor, Youngsville, Monticello and beyond.  Read more

I’m no Boy Scout

My father didn’t want me to join the Scouts. I’d like to say that I don’t know why, but while eavesdropping, he made it clear that he did not want me to start with the Cub Scouts because (at that time) the packs were led by women known as “den mothers,” and he felt that my own mother already had too much influence over me. Instead, I was packed off to the YMCA, which was all male. Dad was determined to “make a man out of me or die trying,” which ultimately came to fruition more than 40 years ago.  Read more

I’m always chasing rainbows

All too often, I’m confounded (which my dictionary defines as “bewildered, confused and perplexed”) when forced to choose from the vast array of events happening, often simultaneously, throughout the Upper Delaware River region. Those of us at the newspaper who are often on the road in search of a story, rack up a lot of miles during the year, reporting on more than 60 communities spanning both sides of the Delaware and there’s always a story to be told. Well… almost always.  Read more

All in the family

Let’s face it, I’m an emotional kind of guy. Happy or sad, grumpy or glad, I basically wear my heart on my sleeve for all the world to see. “I yam what I yam,” as Popeye would say, and I’ve carried that mantra with me since he and Olive Oyl graced the small screen of my youth, when the world was still perceived in black and white.  Read more

I oughta be in pictures

Well… I’m not at all sure that I “oughta be,” but as it happens, I am this week. Usually, I’m pretty busy on the other side of the camera, attempting to capture all that is happening throughout the Upper Delaware region, but for the past few days, I’ve been in front of the cameras, actively participating in the events that I attended and for much of those days, the subject of social networking while others took the photos, posting them online for all the world to see.  Read more