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.
In My Humble Opinion
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.
“It’s pretty simple that first impressions of people are really a big mistake,” actor/producer Vincent D’Onofrio once said (www.brainyquote.com). I simultaneously agree and disagree with D’Onofrio’s assessment, but first impressions (right or wrong) played a big part in my week.
I wouldn’t call myself lazy, per se, but I’m fond of accomplishing goals while putting in as little effort as possible.
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.
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.
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.
December 11, 2013 —