by Christine | Jan 31, 2014 | Welcome Column
When I arrived in New York City, I had the good fortune to play at the Greenwich Folk Festival in Greenwich Village, then considered to be the heart of the folk music scene. And one of the biggest hearts belonged to Pete Seeger. Backstage, he was always warm,...
by Christine | Nov 16, 2019 | Welcome Column
I’ve never sat down to a meal with Peter Thompson. He’s never been to my house. I’m guessing that he and I have been physically in one another’s presence no more than fifteen times in our lives. Yet, as friendships go, his and mine is one I...
by Christine | Jan 20, 2015 | Welcome Column
Good morning from Whiskey Creek, where, though it seems quite impossible, Lynn and I are about to celebrate our fifteenth anniversary living up here in relative isolation. (“Relative” is the key word here; the move reduced the number of citizens with whom...
by Christine | Jan 29, 2016 | Welcome Column
Good morning from Whiskey Creek, where we are smack dab in the middle of an adventure that many, many of you have experienced, and that is welcoming a new kitty into the household. His name is Stewart, he’s from the cat rescue up here in the mountains and...
by Christine | Nov 29, 2012 | Welcome Column
Good rainy morning from Whiskey Creek, where by now we’ve memorized our polite if a little business-like ‘thanks but no thanks’ replies to the scores of insurance brokers who call each day wishing Richard a happy sixty-fifth birthday and wondering aloud if he’s made...
by Christine | Jul 16, 2013 | Welcome Column
I wonder, is this a common experience in peoples’ life stories or is it a rare one? Someone who is larger than life, maybe someone who you could say is magical in some way, drops arbitrarily into your life, pretty much out of nowhere, hangs around for just a brief...
by Christine | Jul 18, 2013 | Welcome Column
(Editor’s Note—Today’s Welcome column presents the conclusion of the talking dog story begun here on Tuesday. In case you missed Part One, you can catch up by clicking here..) “Phil started this fire,” he said grimly, “he pulled the blanket from the kitchen through...
by Christine | Feb 21, 2013 | Welcome Column
Good morning from Whiskey Creek, where most of the snow has gone to snow heaven, (our aquifer, sixty feet directly below our windmill…I guess that would be the direction of hell), the dogs have stopped scratching their heads about the edible white stuff that steals...
by Christine | Dec 26, 2010 | Welcome Column
I enjoyed reading Cliff’s column this month; he was mentioning all the things he finds in his pockets when digging for his car keys; the capo, tuner, and guitar picks. I always carry picks in the pocket of my jeans too; you never know when a need may arise. Many of...
by Christine | May 22, 2017 | Welcome Column
Good morning from Whiskey Creek, where most of the snow has gone to snow heaven, (our aquifer, sixty feet directly below our windmill…I guess that would be the direction of hell), the dogs have stopped scratching their heads about the edible white stuff that steals...
