After doing next to nothing yesterday, I feel as if I’ve done a big adventure today. I am sitting in my camp chair facing the lake, of which I do…

In this case it literally did come après nous. To New Jersey. All I could think of was drying out Janet’s pop top. If I fold it down wet, it…

Troy has that timeless, Brigadoon quality, or maybe it was just my timing. I never did see Old Priam again, and the town was almost deserted. I do think it…

Or almost. The vivid and smoke-free skies of yore, yes, but now you can’t swim in Odell Lake, for heaven’s sake. And it had taken me some resolve to decide…