Luxury on the Green
Curious about the newcomers to Sharon on the Green? So was Main Street Magazine when the distinctive name, Lambertson Truex, appeared on the window at the stop sign across from JP Gifford. What was this high-end brand from the turn of the last century doing in Sharon, CT? […]
In 1992, American poet Amy Clampitt purchased a modest house near Lenox, MA, with part of the money she had received that year in a grant from the MacArthur Foundation. The MacArthur Foundation makes six-figure, so-called “genius grants” to “individuals who show exceptional creativity in their work and
There is something inherently interesting in asking someone about their vacation plans. Beyond the social propriety of inquiring about the status of a fellow human being, travel plans can be quite revealing about the personality of the traveler. Do they go to the same place every year, or
Hooray, it’s tomato season! There’s really nothing like a sun-ripened tomato. From the look, the feel, the smell and the taste, a ripe tomato just says summer.
On a rainy afternoon before 52 Main started serving tapas and wine at 4pm, I sat down with Eleanor “El” Nurzia to talk about her career. El explained her history in the
How do you define history? When we recall our time as students slumped over our desks in History class half staring, half lazily daydreaming, at the bulky hardcover textbook before us, is it
A red door embellished with a fierce gold dragon and shiny nail-heads greets guests at Lucky Dragon – a stylish Chinese restaurant that invites foodies to enjoy a “farm-to-chopsticks” experience in Rhinebeck, NY.
It all seems so obvious. Why wouldn’t people flock to a performance by a group named for a barnyard phototropic fungus that propels its spores toward sunlight with great speed, accuracy, and strength?
Joseph Meehan’s moment of clarity may have come in the cold light of an early Arctic morning. There was a rattling at the front of his tent. Not a knock,
Twenty years have passed since the Roe Jan building held its final classes and closed its doors for the last time. Twenty years since anyone disembarked the early morning bus