Abandoned Hard Cider will open an outpost in Woodstock on August 7 at 1801 Route 28 next door to Santa Fe Restaurant. Abandoned Hard Cider is known for dry ciders made with apples from wild, abandoned and family orchards in the Catskills and Hudson Valley.
Woodstock has lost one of the beloved characters that have defined the town for generations. Puppy John, born and raised in Oradell, New Jersey as Donald Hanson, died in his early fifties according to a cousin.
Friday, Aug. 7: Written by Reed Martin and Austin Tichenor, William Shakespeare’s Long-Lost First Play (Abridged) is a wild romp whose premise is that “They found a manuscript in a hole in a parking lot” – a reference to the 2012 discovery of the mortal remains of King Richard III buried underneath a car park in the English city of Leicester.
Woodstock’s planning board told the town’s library last week that they need to address parking problems, stormwater runoff, an underground fuel tank, and other items as part of an environmental review of the proposed new library building.
The number and type of in-person classes has been reduced, as has been the number of people living in the dorms. The semester will end November 25, prior to Thanksgiving, to avoid the risk of an outbreak in the days thereafter.
Topics include: Maritime Museum’s Solaris and Apollonia partner on educational voyage; Abandoned Hard Cider will open a tasting room in Woodstock on August 7; Woodstock Library reopens; The Maya Gold Foundation is selected as a tMHFA site; and more.
Topics include: Funding social services; Worried about heating bills?; A farewell from WAAM; Killing our own citizens; and more.
Due to the impending tropical storm, the fireworks scheduled for Tuesday evening, August 4, at the Ulster County Fairgrounds in
Three family members, aged 10, 14 and 47, died and several more were injured last night after a tractor trailer crashed struck two cars stopped for traffic in the southbound lane of the Thruway, about three miles south of Exit 19.
Before the pandemic I would have thought my height – six foot two on a good day – and other factors like my gait, my clothes, my hairdo, my glasses, would be enough to identify me to all acquaintances and friends, but apparently not. Simply covering my mouth and nose is enough to render me virtually invisible to some. To a significant sector, I am suddenly a stranger.