I’ve discovered since then that Ivan is something of a Rorschach test for people. Sometimes they think it’s cute that he had a name. Sometimes they’re delighted that he had a nice life on a farm down the road, where he had friends both bovine and human, and pretty much did whatever he felt like. But mainly, it seems, a lot of people are horrified.
Woodstock Times | Opinion
The brave new world is here — and it has me doing all sorts of things I never thought I was capable of. I signed a contract this week on a brand new plug-in hybrid car, the 2017 Prius Prime.
In disasters, there is helpful help, and then there is all the other stuff people do in a well-intentioned spasm of conscience.
Few places on Earth are as unfriendly to the carless as rural Delaware County.
The 19th Amendment was passed August 26, 1920. That date should be observed.
The statues are in the south, but this isn’t just a question for southerners. Up here — 500 miles north of Appomattox, and more than 150 years after a Virginia farmer wrote that he’d rather “endure all the horrors of civil war than to see the dusky sons of Ham leading the fair daughters of the South to the altar” — Confederate flags wave from porches and pickup trucks.
In lieu of achieving world peace, or even Catskills peace, I’ve always wanted to write a local parody of “Oklahoma!” Clearly, the Farmer and the Cowman — er, the Local and the Transplant — should be friends. It’s like Aunt Eller says: I don’t say I’m no better than anybody else, but I’ll be danged if I ain’t just as good.
Culturally, the Catskills are a bright mosaic of urban and rural mores and values. But scratch the surface and we have all the problems of rural Appalachia: addiction, poverty, a greying population, a general purposelessness that siphons the brightest of our young people out of our schools and our communities.
Does Woodstock need traffic lights? Stop signs? Traffic cops? Tickets for double-parked trucks? To do nothing and let drivers and pedestrians figure it out?
For those of us who didn’t want to have to drive to Kingston for a market, it was a haven.