3 A.M.

I received the call at 3 AM. A telephone pole. An electric wire. Andy. Gone. The phone call came from the summer camp where, for many years, I had been a camper and then a counselor. I remembered the years when I was on OD and, until midnight, walked among the bunks to assure that…

FRIENDSHIP IS FOR THE BIRDS!

In 2016 my bird feeder won an award—given by the birds—as bird feeder of the year. I was flying high! and delighted to receive the accolades bestowed upon “That Individual Who Fills His, Or Her, Feeder With The Finest Selection Of Seeds And Suet.” The award is not political and is determined by a panel…

TUG OF WAR 

A childhood memory: As a youngster at Brant Lake Camp, the climax of each summer was color war. There were two teams, the Greens and the Grays. Each new camper was chosen to be on one of the teams. In fact, although I am now in my 70s, if I meet a camp alumnus my…

PLAY BALL!

    Well, it’s that time of year again–––time for fly balls, hot dogs and, in our unstable world, reaching safety at home base. This weekend the crowds will surge into East Field to watch the Glens Falls Dragons engage in mortal combat with the Albany Dutchmen. Those who have not yet purchased a ticket…

THE CLOCK DOCTOR

  Last week I shared a story about a grandfather clock in our house at Brant Lake. Many old-timers also have these wonderful antique clocks and I wondered how the grandfather clock received its name. At its inception, in 1670, this type of clock was known as a longcase clock and, until the early 20th…

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…