There has been criticism in some media and social media quarters over the avalanche of U.S. media reporting on the November 13 Paris massacres. Pointed to especially has been the comparatively far lesser coverage of the November 12 Beirut suicide blasts, in which over 40 were killed. The disparity between the two has prompted accusations that Americans simply don’t care nearly as much about mayhem in Beirut as they do about mayhem in Paris:
I’m not going to try to defend a difference in newspaper column inches and cable TV air time between the two horrors. Rather I will attempt briefly to address what is probably the basis for it. A personal experience came to my mind.
I understand it seems to be a narrowly focused piece that showcases certain businesses. Still, it gives an unbalanced impression of the region. There is lots of “style” out there beyond hugging Route 28 towards Roxbury.
Places that Indy article plugs, such as Woodstock and Phoenicia, are definitely worth visiting. Head north as well. Windham and adjoining towns – Hunter, Jewett, Ashland and Prattsville* – should not be missed.
Windham has the prettiest Main Street in the Catskills. It also boasts a large ski resort. (There’s also another in Hunter.) It has the wonderful Bistro Brie & Bordeaux. (One wouldn’t have thought the Independent could’ve possibly overlooked something like, uh, that.) There’s also the well-regarded Windham Vineyards and Winery. And you haven’t eaten in a diner until you’ve tried (cash only) Michael’s. (My English brother-in-law – who visited last summer – still talks about how much he enjoyed it.) I could go on….
Next door Ashland – one of the smallest towns in New York state – even has a replica Partridge Family bus. (It’s on private property.) Does anything get more “stylish” than that?
The area has state forests and fantastic hiking trails. It’s also somewhere you can drive for tens of miles before bumping into a traffic light. (The hamlet of Tannersville – there’s “style” there too – in the town of Hunter, has the STOP light.) The vistas and serenity are second to none for the Catskills.
Yes, I’m biased. Our house is outside of Windham. However, if you drive up from New York City and confine yourself only to what’s along Route 28 and don’t continue up from Phoenicia to Route 23, you haven’t really seen the Catskills.
Anyway, time to get back to work. Writing, writing, writing. Woodstock isn’t the only place in the Catskills with authors. ;-)
Have a good day, wherever you are reading this….
NOTE: *For me, one of the few “lighthearted” moments of Tropical Storm Irene and the lousy late summer of 2011 was hearing CNN’s Anderson Cooper repeatedly say “Prattsville” to an audience of global viewers. The town and area have rebounded from the flooding. Prattsville still has a few ruined private dwellings marked for demolition, but most business locations have recovered, rebuilt, and, indeed, often been refurbished.
A view of Windham Mountain, in upstate New York, just after 3:30pm Thursday, local time:
You know that bit on Euronews where they do that video offered with “No Comment” thing?
Uh, sorta. :-)
I’ve suffered from occasionally absolutely cracking headaches since I was a teen. I’ve never really understood why: they have no “obvious” trigger. Today had been “one of those days.” Terrific pain hit this morning and has been with me all day.
I gave James my headaches in the books. Nice of me, eh? As writers we have control literally over everything our characters do… and endure!
Finally feeling a little better, I ventured outside. Hence, the photo.
Starting Friday a bit early, and I thought I’d post this. Yesterday was a gorgeous Catskills day. I grabbed a photo of Windham Mountain ski resort, looking up from the car park, toward the lodge (l) and the condos (r):
While the air was cold (about 20F/ – 6C), the strong sun was warm. (Today will be a bit cloudier.) It’s definitely feeling like March. Ski season doesn’t have much longer to go ’round here.
Snowed in as many are currently in the U.S. northeast (including us), I’ve seen some weighty issues being thrashed out at times among some of my Facebook friends. One (male) relation offered this philosophical observation last night. It having a degree of relevance here, I thought I’d edit it, and clean it up grammatically, and share it:
You could go to Paris or Rome with someone you care little for, but go to Cleveland with someone who truly turns you on, stay in a garage and be overjoyed. Absolutely….forget Paris or Rome….
It is indeed true: it matters not where you are, as long as you are with the one you love.
Yet I couldn’t help but think also on how that statement made no allowance for a related possibility. Suppose you are “with someone who truly turns you on”…. and the choice is either Paris or Rome…. or Cleveland? Where would you prefer to be together? ;-)
Incidentally, I admit I have never been to Cleveland. However, I have been to Youngstown. Not that that’s the same place, of course.
Yes, definitely too much snow now. I suspect cabin fever is indeed setting in. :-)