Thanksgiving Thursday

By Mickey Friedman
May 7, 2014

We of The Best Small Town in America are more than lucky. Because, for us, Thanksgiving comes not just once each year but once a week. That is, if you make your way to Taft Farms for Thanksgiving Thursday.

Now I’ve made fun of the everywhere farm-to-table label but Taft Farms is the real deal. A real farm. With two tables.

My friend Bob is always looking for places to eat, to sit, and read. Once a week we try to go out for an affordable lunch. We’ve had terrific lunch specials at Route 7 Grill and the Marketplace Café in Sheffield.

Bob took me to Thanksgiving Thursday. He loves Tuna Tuesday, but knows I love turkey.


Me and My Yo-Yo Ma

By Mickey Friedman
April 8, 2014

I have a thing for purple. And pigtails. Hers were reddish-blonde. It was like I was in a movie. With a halo of light about her. And even though I was making my way through the parking lot of America’s Most Expensive Food Co-op, I heard cellos. Many cellos.

Not just purple, but red and pink and orange and blue. A Steiner School rainbow.

A big smile came from some long-lost, love is ever-present everywhere part of my now cold and bitter heart.


Eyes on the Plastic Prize

By Mickey Friedman
March 23, 2014

You. Yes, you. Put down that coffee cup for just a minute. And you — with the white wine spritzer. Take a moment, a deep breath. Now give yourself a hand. A heartfelt round of applause.

Because if you live in Great Barrington or just shop here, you have done something special. Yes, we of the Best Small Town in America have together banned the “thin film single-use plastic checkout bag.”

And thanks to God, our courageous powers-that-be, and our so-very-sensible voters, we won’t be seeing them anywhere around here anymore.

As Gandhi and Martin Luther King taught us, it’s all about keeping your eyes on the prize.

Do You Still Have My Back?

By Mickey Friedman
March 9, 2014

It’s not often I get a letter from President Obama. In big letters on the front of the envelope it asked: “Do you still have my back?”

My legal name is Michael but my parents insisted on Mickey. Until my 13th birthday, thinking I should transition to the more adult-sounding Michael. A little late for that, I told them.

I don’t think the President knows it’s usually a sign of trouble when someone calls me Michael.

Penguins Not Platitudes

February 16, 2014
By Mickey Friedman

Ever since I took the trolley to the Bronx Zoo, I have felt a deep connection to the penguins.

And I’ve always felt the penguins had much to tell, and much to teach me.

I’ve been thinking more about the proposed $56 million renovation of Monument Mountain Regional High School. The building is “educationally obsolete,” the School Committee believes, and a $56 million renovation will enable us to provide a “21st-century education.”

The Massachusetts Board of Elementary and Secondary Education’s Task Force on 21st Century Skills defines these skills as a mix between core subjects like English, World languages, Arts, Mathematics, Economics, Science, Geography, History, Government and Civics, and critical “21st century interdisciplinary themes.” These are “Global Awareness, Financial, economic, business and entrepreneurial literacy, civic literacy, health literacy, and environmental literacy.”


The Best We Can Afford

February 9, 2014
By Mickey Friedman

I went to listen on Wednesday night, and many spoke about the Monument Mountain High School renovation project.

Clearly, the Superintendent, School Committee and teachers are committed to providing the best education they can for their students.

It’s also clear how overwhelmed some citizens are by the scope and cost of the project.

And so we have a 56 million dollar problem.

Marking Time

January 18, 2014
By Mickey Friedman

I was relieved to read in the New York Post that “George Clooney and Rande Gerber are throwing their annual Casamigos party Sunday in Cabo.” And that “Cindy Crawford, and other stars vacationing in Cabo, such as Jessica Alba and Ewan McGregor” would be able to make it.

Were you as worried as I was that George wouldn’t mark the end of the year without a party?

Because it’s important to party. And important to step back, take a big breath, and celebrate the passing of time.

Days of Wonder

December 24, 2013
By Mickey Friedman

The other day, Roland showed me his spiffy new blue hard plastic cover for his MacBook Air. It protects his laptop and has cute little plastic feet to lift the computer at an angle off the table. Fifteen bucks. A good deal.

Since I spend my days writing, and my MacBook Air is my baby, how could we have gone all these months without our own little hard plastic cover?

Thankfully, these are the days of wonder, and of good deals, and there is Amazon. Some more moments of hard plastic cover envy, and then my MacBook Air logged into and snagged us a red one.


Falafels R Us

By David Scribner

December 16, 2013

Last month, I went to Israel on what I thought was a two-week leave of absence from The Berkshire Record. I was with Americans for Peace Now, and we were learning about the potential for a two-state solution to the Palestinian conflict. The trip would also give me the opportunity to try out Israeli and Palestinian reactions to my neighbor Kurt Kruger’s notion of the Federation of Canaan whereby two independent states could coexist within one entity.

But I had another mission as well – one more local and, as it turned out, more imperative.  That was to find the perfect falafel – and if possible, its recipe. I had been encouraged in this quest by Mickey Friedman who raved about the falafels at the Farmer’s Market. READ MORE >>

Occupy Rome

By Mickey Friedman
December 8, 2013

I would have said my mother is rolling over in her grave except she has no grave to roll over in. I scattered her ashes where we had scattered my father’s ashes. But she’s probably amazed I’m writing about the Pope.

My mother had terrible luck when it came to nuns. No charming, orphan-loving Mother Theresas. Nope, my mom, sent to the nuns when her mother died young, was dealt the cruel, controlling, mean kind. They tried to beat the stutter out of her; and despised her independent spirit. As a boy, I could see her body tighten when she saw a nun.


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