So I’m walking down Route 212, from Bearsville into town. And, yes, I must have a death wish. But I do want to preserve a memory of it as it is before the Complete Streets effort grabs it by the throat and changes it for the rest of our lives. And I’m thinking: Whoever said […]
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Talkin’ the Walk: The Shape-Shifting Brontosaurus of Tinker Street Cinema
The brontosaurus, last time I checked, was still sitting out there on the grass, its rock-hard aqua skin covered in cloudy white patches just barely masking blotches of pink, as if it had slithered through poison ivy and dabbed itself with calamine lotion. It doesn’t always look this way, but it has for weeks—for no […]