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The Way Out Here
I was in tears. Not because I was upset, but because I was laughing. Why was I laughing? Well because my wife was crying. Before you think ill of me, she was also laughing but unable to quell the …
Ramblings of a Catskill Flyfisher
We went forward on this early September day with almost no expectations. The river had been quiet these last weeks—few hatching mayflies and fewer rising trout. Normally, at this time of fall …
Mixed Greens

When I was a kid, one of my mother’s close friends was hospitalized after accidentally mixing bleach and ammonia while cleaning a shower stall. It was such a horrific incident that I’ve …

River Muse
Lessons from the lockdown

Routine is a gift of this lockdown. Without the desirable distractions of art shows, theater and film and parties, we have made a routine of gardening by day, a quick dip in the pool in the …

Peace and Justice Files
Herbert

My friend Herbert (not his real name, of course) is, fundamentally, a very decent guy. He works hard in a dirty job (he’s in one of the building trades), plays in some bands, is devoted to …

Root Cellar
A cabin in the woods and a chocolate fountain

It started in June when my husband, John, announced, yet again, that he was abandoning civilization. He said he was moving to the woods. Such was his Henry David Thoreau inspired response to many …

View from the Train
It's over

‘It’s over’ Oh boy, don’t we long to hear those words so we may go back to normal. I do fear it will be a new normal; people just don’t know who to listen to …