TO SEE THE WORLD

Not long ago, Kate and Nick, my wonderful blog mistress and master, without whom my blog would not be possible, visited on their way north. The couple had never seen Brant Lake, but after more than 100 postings they were experts on the area. Now I could share the reality that endears me to Brant…

CAMP ONEIDA

  My love of the Adirondacks and Brant Lake began as a child of seven, when I spent summers at a boy’s camp which, like many Jewish camps, bore an Indian name, Oneida. After five years at Camp Oneida, located outside the tiny western Adirondack hamlet of Woodgate, New York, the director Arthur Eckstein, Eck,…

UNDER THE LOCUST TREE

They were two old men, Felix and Arthur, and they sat in the blue Adirondack chairs under an ancient locust tree at Brant Lake Camp. Every day they sat under that tree. Usually in the morning. Once they had coached tennis at that boy’s camp. And they played. They possessed precision forehands, powerful backhands. In…

ON THE FLATS

  The flat tire began with a warning, “Low Tire Pressure,” appearing on the dashboard of my car and quickly accelerated or decelerated to “clank, clank, clank” as the metal wheel and the asphalt pavement joined in a cacophonous symphony, “Ode To A Flat Tire.” Cautiously we exited the Northway where a sign proclaimed, “Saratoga…

LOCATION! LOCATION! LOCATION!

  Over the years our home at Brant Lake has become a co-op, except no one has appeared before the co-op board requesting approval. They just moved in. I am not referring to the 19 people who might visit on the weekend. The squatters at our property consist of animals and birds. Some birds are…

HENRY

  Henry died at the age of 99. If you asked him, he wasn’t old, he had just lived many years more than most people! Henry expected to live forever and, indeed, his spirit lived until the final days. He never relinquished the conviction that he was master of his fate, captain of his soul…

HENRY AND EDITH

  “So you see, for a writer it never really ends. Unless, of course, at the end—” Henry was a man of great strength, especially in his convictions. At the age of 99, after coffee in the town of Brant Lake and a brisk walk, he would settle in, read the newspaper and search for…