WHEN TIME STOPPED

  An antique grandfather clock, also known as a longcase clock, hugs one corner of our living room at Brant Lake. Some of these clocks with eight movements required winding once a week. 30-hour clocks were wound every day. I don’t know who last wound this clock but of this I am certain: the pendulum…

THE ASPLUNDH MAN: ON THE ART OF TREE PRUNING

  At first, I didn’t see the Asplundh Man. I heard him. A rumble of massive wheels, rubber crushing gravel, brakes grinding to a halt. A secret button on the dash inside the cab sent a white and orange cherry picker into a perpendicular arch. On top of the cherry picker the Asplundh Man rose…

COWS

  In last week’s blog I alluded to my obsession with cows and I promised to write on this topic at a later date. My original intention was to wait until summer, which is the appropriate cow season, but because of a myriad of requests from cow aficionados I feel pressured to address this topic…

EZRA THE CORN MAN

  I met Ezra when I was driving past his home on the river road. In a meadow an old cow lazily chewed its cud. Incidentally, I have always been fascinated by cows and I will explain this obsession in a later blog. For the moment, please put the image of Ezra’s cow to one…

JUD BARTON AND JACK DANIELS: THE TALE OF A DENTIST

  At the juncture of the Mill Pond and the Schroon River, a creaking metal bridge fords a waterfall where, on a mid-summer’s night, red, yellow, blue and green spotlights glimmer on the water. A billboard advertises, “Horicon Day,” featuring water slides for the children, cotton candy and a fireworks display. In the fall, a…

BESSIE

  Decades before Google, Tesla, Nissan and Mercedes, to mention a few, tested driverless cars, Bessie, an inhabitant of Brant Lake owned a driverless car. Or so it seemed. As a child, I remember seeing Bessie’s black Model T racing past me at 12 mph when I went to the general store for penny candy.…