GARY PAUL GATES
One of my favorite autumn pastimes is to spend several hours on Sunday afternoons in sports bars that offer the full package of NFL games. These cozy establishments are the last havens in America where one can find casual camaraderie that extends across generational lines.
On a recent visit to one of these taverns, I was drawn into a conversation with a group of recent college graduates and, as was often the case on such occasions, the conversation ventured into topics beyond the realm of football. (Most of the pilgrims who frequent these Sunday services have mastered the art of indulging in verbal digressions while maintaining a steely focus on the games they’re watching.) (more…)
So Bob Dylan won the Nobel Prize for literature. A well known senior citizen, 75 years old with plenty of music left in him. If you ever hung around my house until the wee hours, you’d hear Frank and Dean, Elvis, Ricky Nelson, Leonard Cohen, Bob Dylan, Tom Waits and Bruce. (more…)
CHARITY ROBEY PHOTO
David Rankin in his Island studio.
David Rankin is a rare and gifted artist, one of the few to make painting and sculpture his livelihood for most of his 68 years.
His Shelter Island home near Wades Beach is a refined compound of studio, house and pool. But growing up in Australia, an Irish immigrant and precocious son of an illiterate, itinerant bootmaker, he recalls receiving career advice from a well-meaning friend of his father’s: “You’re a bright young lad. You should do a little studying and go for one of the glamour trades — a sparky.” (more…)
I read with interest and can recommend the insert in last week’s Reporter, Northforker 50+.
It’s loaded with senior-sensitive ads as well as stories of seniors reinventing themselves after age 50. There’s also advice on dating, diet and exercise. (more…)
CHARLES TUMINO ILLUSTRATION | The Mississippi Delta, the cradle of the blues, brought here from Africa, and Highway 61, the well-traveled pilgrimage route through the Delta. Sylvester Manor is celebrating the music the weekend of February 28.
Before it went north from the Mississippi Delta to go electric in Chicago, before it had a baby named Rock ‘n Roll, long before it came out of fields, cabins, shanties and Saturday night juke joints, and much longer before Bob Dylan revisited Highway 61, the origins of the blues were carried by enslaved people from West Africa to the New World in ships. (more…)