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What I like about Independence Day is that it reminds me of my own independence.  That may sound silly, but with all the hoopla, I can pretend that it’s not just about my country, but about me too, someone who lives here and enjoys all of the freedoms denied to others in other places.  For […]

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In Defense of “Hanging Out”

I never ran the Boston Marathon, but when I moved there years ago to lead the Boston Center for the Arts, I went to every one of them. Marathon Mondays, First Nights on New Years Eve and the concerts on the Commons. These events (and the Red Sox) were the Boston way of life. So […]

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The Ripple Effect

The arts, for many people, are personal. People draw or paint to capture inner beauty. They harmonize with friends for fun. They give their kids or grandkids ballet lessons to encourage poise. They hope theater will impart self confidence and that culture will make their children better citizens. Those of us who love the arts […]

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Who Has Seen The Wind?

Frankenstorm Sandy came barreling into Westchester, very slow at first, but gaining velocity as it grew.  Watching 40 and 50 foot high trees doing a ballet number behind my house was culturally beautiful, yet realistically scary. Any one of them at any minute could snap. Two actually did…one uprooted, the other was felled, missing a […]

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The House I Lived In

I grew up in a 100-year old, 13-room White Elephant that was boarded up for years after World War Two. It was the kind of shingled house one might find in the Hampton’s, but this one was in Bayswater, a part of the Rockaway’s that once was a summer getaway for prominent families. What made me […]

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Never Too Late To Be An Artist

Kathryn Wasserman Davis started painting landscapes when she was 90 years old.  Now 105, she has become a prolific chronicler of the Hudson River.  In a short film about her, Kathryn Davis: Painting of a Life, she is quoted as saying: “I look at the blank canvas and think what in heavens am I going […]

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