Being A Successful Newspaper The Old-Fashioned Way

On June 18, 2010, in Greenfield, MA, Life in New England, Marketing, by Editor

New York Times, Washington Post, and all other big newspapers all over the country struggling to survive the Internet boom, here is my ode to the Recorder, serving the people of Greenfield, Massachusetts and the North Quabbin region.

Women's Writes: Signature Quilts & Stories

On June 1, 2010, in Life in New England, Lifestyle, by Editor

The New England Quilting Museum’s groundbreaking exhibition on women’s material history, Women’s Writes: Signature Quilts and Their Stories tells the little-known story of women in the 19th and early 20th centuries taking social action by by combining needle and thread with the power of the pen.

The Grand Old Lady Of Log Plain Road

On April 9, 2010, in Life in New England, by Editor

I still remember how Buffy came into my life, or vice versa, whichever view works. Buffy is our dog, sort of a Rhodesian-Ridgeback, a breed used in Africa to hunt lions. There is, however, not a single aggressive bone in her. She is very affectionate, and she likes to please – provided she knows you. In her younger years she liked to run until she would pass out, and she is still very protective of my wife, and, now that he is part of her life, our son Patrick.

Say what you need to say: No more snow, please!

On February 24, 2010, in Life in New England, by Editor

This morning I turned the radio off due to the happy snow report from the Vermont ski resorts (Our house is about 15 miles South of Vermont). We are in the middle of a major snow storm with several towns in the neighborhood declaring an emergency due to loss of electrical power and severe road conditions. After all, this is New England, and harsh winter conditions don’t come as a surprise. Ergo, if somebody declares an emergency here, it must be severe.

There’s Someone In My Head But It’s Not Me

On November 5, 2009, in Life in New England, by Editor

Imagine roughly one acre of land covered with oak leaves and pine tree needles. Imagine a crazy man in the middle of it, raking the leaves, wobbling his head, and singing “There’s someone in my head but it’s not me.”

Heroic Goldfish Heads Home

On October 28, 2009, in Greenfield, MA, Life in New England, by Editor

The little goldfish that could is back home and safely swimming with his tank mate. “Poopsie,” the 3-inch goldfish who took a swim through Buckland’s sewer system earlier this week, was reunited with his family on Wednesday.

The Big Bucks Will Come, When They Go Into Prime Rut

On October 15, 2009, in Greenfield, MA, Life in New England, by Editor

This morning my wife reminded me that as of last Monday the archery deer season had opened. She read the entry from the Sports section of our local newspaper (Yes, killing deer is considered a sport over here).

Dance, Dance In Your Smarty Pants

On October 13, 2009, in Greenfield, MA, Life in New England, by Editor

SmartyPants started out as a design specifically for the cloth-diapered babe, but now we have designed pants for children up to age 5, too. The baby/toddler pants have a “butt-panel” that provides extra room for a diaper (cloth or paper), yet equally important, it creates a look that is so fun. The waist is a simple elastic band for easy on/off action and comfort. And, all our seams are serged for durability.”

Life In New England Includes The Red Sox

On October 12, 2009, in Life in New England, by Editor

Baseball has the great advantage over cricket of being sooner ended. – George Bernard Shaw Today’s headline in the sports section of our local newspaper said, Angels close out Papelbon, Sox. I knew that already. I saw the game. Amazingly enough, I understood the word game. Jonathan Papelbon’s job was to close out the Angels [...]

Have Dunkin' Donuts, Will Travel

On October 9, 2009, in Life in New England, by Editor

This last night at about 2:00 am in the morning I woke up, because I thought I had heard my two year old son calling, “Daddy! Daddy!” Sometimes it’s Daddy and sometimes it’s Mommy he is calling. However, last night was a dream, because I woke up in a hotel room about eighty miles away [...]