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Bushwhack Jack’s Tracts, by Jack Drury

TP or not TP, that is the question

During the start of the coronavirus pandemic there were runs on certain items in the grocery store. Understandably, there were shortages of hand sanitizers and sanitizing wipes. What I struggled to understand were the runs on toilet paper. I’ve traveled to several countries where toilet ...

My dream school and my dream girl — one out of two ain’t bad

I loved high school. Maybe I should say, I loved certain aspects of high school. I loved sports, I loved being a student leader, I enjoyed chorus and band. What didn’t I love? Academics. If a subject didn’t trigger my interest I didn’t put in any effort. I wasn’t driven to ...

A piece of lint versus peace of mind

Last week as I was cleaning up my excuse for an office (a tiny corner of our bedroom) I came across the obituary of my grandfather Kenyon Joyce. I met him only a few times, as he and my grandmother lived in San Francisco, and he died when I was young. I remember him being formal and ...

Baby, it’s cold outside

Forty-one years ago this week, my colleague Doug Fitzgerald and I started NCCC’s first Winter Practicum. It was a student-planned two-week winter expedition. Unlike this winter we had plenty of snow and cold. How much? How about three feet of snow, with temperatures of minus 37 F? The ...

Burned out at a young age

I spent my first 11 years on the north shore of Long Island. But my formative years were spent in the northern Finger Lakes after my parents uprooted the five kids and 10 Newfoundland dogs and bought a 120-acre farm in Phelps. You never heard of Phelps? It’s a village of 1,883 people with a ...

Silence is golden

In the fall of 1977, at the tender age of 28 and struggling to convince NCCC to start a wilderness program, I was asked by the associate dean, Art Clark, to teach a hiking class in Blue Mountain Lake. I jumped at the opportunity. I drove down to Blue Mountain Lake to meet the students, to go ...