If you’ve not seen political signs along the side of the roads, chances are, you’ve been stuck inside.
Sunday marked the end of the New Hampshire Film Festival and the two films that marked my finale included The Wet House and A Stage of Twilight.
As we both are fully in the dramas of our lives, the stars can vary – my star currently is moving.
I’ll ask and answer questions, watch some incredible films, compare the processes of film making to classroom management and teaching.
And the New Hampshire Film Festival runs Oct. 6 to Oct. 9. What celebs will be in the 603? What new films will be presented?
Alas, for me? I don’t mark the passage of time by lovers or clothing styles, rather, by what I was reading.
While it would be in poor taste to muse joyfully on the passing of Queen Elizabeth, I do muse joyfully on the possibility that I am in her will.
There are words that align so beautifully with summer they ought to be tattooed upon bronzed backs: hammock, breeze, sunbathing, blueberries, swimming and picnic. While today I muse joyfully on all of those words, muse joyfully upon a pristine summer of 2022, I especially get the ink ready for my most favorite: picnic.
According to our sources, you took these sandals, hid them under the couch and denied having them: hence, the search warrant.
Bennie took some time out of his schedule to sit down and talk with us here at InDepthNH. This is Part 1 of a two-part series.