From the air, Glenford is a pleasant scattering of roofs on the south slope of Ohayo Mountain. Some of its...

San Miguel de Allende was colonized by Woodstock artists long ago.

Despite the title, this is not a story about sex. How could it be? It takes place in Woodstock, and...

If, as seems likely, Woodstock becomes known as a writer’s town, wannabe content providers will struggle harder to stay afloat...

The Fall Guy is a thriller that belongs on the literary top shelf with Graham Greene and Charles McCarry, a...

A good actor searched for the truth of a role within himself; acting was not about ego, but honesty.

Walking Man sculpture by Alberto Giacometti. On a warm late Sunday afternoon in mid-October the flaneur lay sprawled on a...

Walking Man sculpture by Alberto Giacometti. The flaneur likes surprises, if they come in the form of kisses. Too often...

Walking Man sculpture by Alberto Giacometti. The World’s Most Famous Small Town exists in time as well as space. For...

Walking Man sculpture by Alberto Giacometti. Ed Balmer To paraphrase Auntie Mame, “life is a party most poor suckers don’t...

Michael Perkins and Charles Gatewood By default, I am the keeper of the R.Mutt Press pencil. This is a responsibility...

Walking Man sculpture by Alberto Giacometti. Once, dinosaurs roamed New York. Not long ago they were so numerous herds of...

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...

Paul Butterfield Summers in the late Seventies when the day’s writing had gone well, the flaneur would think of Bearsville,...

Viveca Lindfors The flaneur went for a walk in Byrdcliffe on a fine summer day in the late 1980’s, and...

April’s brush had painted the Chinese glory of forsythia on every road in Awaughkonk when Will Nixon and I started...

Aileen Cramer, with portrait of herself. The Grande Dame Aileen Cramer was one of the last of Woodstock’s grand dames....

On a cool, overcast March morning recently I climbed Overlook Mountain, with the intent of renewing citizenship in the Republic...

In early October, 1984, feeling restless and with some time on my hands, I decided to hike the Devil’s Path...