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Gadding About Yellow Springs Section
When I first saw the Yellow Spring, my initial thought was, “That’s not yellow.” I mean, not really. It’s yellowish, ok, but if I were to see it without knowing its name, I certainly wouldn’t call it yellow.
This summer, I gained a new appreciation for butterflies. Oh, sure, I have always liked them—who doesn’t?—but they were so plentiful this year, so undeniable and in-your-face (often literally), I had so many more butterfly experiences this summer than ever before.
Recently, members of the New York City-based Faul-Real Theatre Company came to Yellow Springs as part of an Antioch College–Nonstop Institute collaboration. They were here for a week, to stage Oedipus Rex “as Sophocles intended”…
As you probably know, Rod Serling got his Bachelor’s degree at Antioch College. Throughout his life-long career as a writer and then producer, his Antiochian ideals were unwavering and unabashed. He felt that writers should “menace the public conscience”…
As you may know from my previous post or from seeing me then not seeing me then seeing me again on the streets, I recently returned from my yearly trip to Ireland. Here is an illustrated, partial reflection…
One can only gad about Yellow Springs for so long before coming to a halt at the village limits. So come let us meander to a land of melody, mirth, meadow, and mist: It can only be Ireland.
We begin our show this morning at the farmers’ market. Which farmers’ market, you ask? So then I ask: Isn’t it amazing that in a town of our size, one has to ask, which farmers’ market? That’s right, folks, Yellow Springs is home to no less than three farmers’ markets.
If I’m not running around downtown, you may find me at Dunphy’s hanging out with my favorite villager, Coconut. I first met Coconut on New Year’s Eve, 2007. I’d been gone from Yellow Springs for over a year, was just visiting for the holidays.
I would like to introduce you to Yellow Springs. And even if you’ve lived here all your life, you may not have been properly introduced. By Vanessa Query