Richard Crowson

Volunteer Editorial Commentator

Richard Crowson is not only a editorial commentator for KMUW. He's also a cartoonist, an artist and a banjo player.

You might have heard him play with his band Pop & The Boys or with his wife at their standing gig at Watermark Books & Cafe. Richard is also KMUW's editorial cartoonist.

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What a mixed bag of optimism and pessimism Santa dumped down our chimney. Baby New Year has got her work cut out for her as she tries to sort out this jumble of happiness and horror.

(A song, to the tune of Winter Wonderland)

Going away is John Kelly
He took a swift kick to the belly
You'd think it takes a real chump
To want to join up with Trump
Working in a White House Wonderland

Having a cold is a pretty nostalgic experience for me. It seems like during my childhood I was often sick around the holidays. I contracted most of the 1950s childhood illnesses between my Thanksgivings and Christmases – mumps, chicken pox and measles. They all came down my chimney during the holidays.

A fresh covering of snow is something I find invigorating every time. Snow has a way of converting a drab, overly familiar landscape into an exciting blanket of new potential. It covers all, smoothing out irregularities.

I’m not too old to still see the promise of fun in a snowfall, even if it does have a flip side of icy treachery that one my age can’t afford to ignore.

Kids are putting on their costumes, candy’s waiting by the door
There are tombstone decorations in the yard
Skeletons and ghosts are posed to give their friendly scare once more
But something about this Halloween is really hard

We were chatting at my house the other day about Halloween. We do a bit of decorating for it - nothing fancy like they do in College Hill, but a few strands of orange lights, an autumn leaves wreath, stuff like that. It was interesting to compare Halloween decorating today with what we did during my 1950's and 60's childhood.

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So wife and I spent a few days out of town recently, which meant we had to deal with that most gut-wrenching and fretful of all issues: What do we do with the dogs?

Elderly dog, Lucy, had a wonderful, loving drop-in dog sitter. But young, bouncy Labradoodle, Perry, got to stay at a local doggy B & B. There he could bark and romp to his heart’s content, sniffing the posteriors of the other rowdy guests at will.

I’m trying to stay optimistic, weather-wise, but my favorite annual event is coming up in less than two weeks in Winfield...