Dennis E. Powell's View from Mudsock Heights

Dennis E. Powell is crackpot-at-large at Open for Business. Powell was a reporter in New York and elsewhere before moving to Ohio, where he has (mostly) recovered. You can reach him at dep@drippingwithirony.com.

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The View from Mudsock Heights: Let’s Celebrate the Regional Idioms While They're

By Dennis E. Powell | Jan 02, 2009 at 4:25 AM

Modern communication offers many wonderful advantages. But it might be a mistake to forget that these come at a cost. This came to mind the other day when I happened onto a conversation with a fellow from Amesville, whose way of saying things — accent and usage — are what we might have found here a century ago.

The View from Mudsock Heights: The Old Saw

By Dennis E. Powell | Dec 28, 2008 at 5:32 AM

Did you hear the old saw? If you live near me, you did. People have asked, so I suppose it’s right to tell: yes, the woodstove got installed and yes, the ornery old locust tree that had been the bane of my timber disassembly efforts has gotten cut and stacked.

The View from Mudsock Heights: With One Delicious Recipe, Brooklyn is Redeemed

By Dennis E. Powell | Dec 18, 2008 at 3:52 PM

The holiday season can be a little bit of a minefield, especially in a place where everyone is a good cook and many are great cooks. Let me tell you what I mean.

The View from Mudsock Heights: A Miner's Carol

By Dennis E. Powell | Dec 11, 2008 at 6:40 AM

Wisdom and depth are often found in quiet country folk.

We live in a world where it is common for total strangers to confide in us the most intimate details of their favorite subject: themselves. This isn’t necessarily a good thing, I think, and it wasn’t always the case. Once upon a time, a degree of genteel reserve was thought to be one of the fundamentals of politeness. Now it’s all but extinct.

The View from Mudsock Heights: To Find a Reason For Thanksgiving, Take a Stroll

By Dennis E. Powell | Dec 03, 2008 at 8:17 PM

It could be genetic. My father was a reporter and columnist, too.

What makes me think of this just now is something he wrote in his column more than 40 years ago. Though it was written in early October, I always think of it and re-read it around Thanksgiving. It sums up the season for me better than anything else. I think that you might find it nice, too.

The View from Mudsock Heights: Let There Be Dark -- As Long As There Are Horses

By Dennis E. Powell | Nov 27, 2008 at 5:07 AM

Winston Churchill famously said, “there is something about the outside of a horse that’s good for the inside of a man.” He was right.

The View from Mudsock Heights: A Dollar’s Worth of Hope

By Dennis E. Powell | Nov 19, 2008 at 3:49 PM

Down at the Marathon the other day I saw a man buying a lottery ticket.

A nondescript fellow he was, middle-aged, appearing neither particularly well-to-do nor poor. He got me to thinking, which is sometimes a dangerous thing to do (as those who gazed upon the contraption I invented for fixing my gutters can attest).

The View from Mudsock Heights: Woodsmoke

By Dennis E. Powell | Nov 13, 2008 at 6:10 AM

This week, OFB is pleased to welcome Dennis E. Powell as a regular contributor with his column, “the View from Mudsock Heights.” Everything must start somewhere. For Dennis, it starts with a woodstove.

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