When the last week in July finally rolls around, with My Home Town’s Stellar Literary Event a week away, I find myself as excited as I was as a mere poppet. What’s MHTSLE, you ask? Well, if you had to ask that, it’s obvious you’re not a townie bibliophile. Because if you were, ...

It was a perfect old-time Adirondack summer’s morn — cool and clear, with a bright sun in a cloudless sky. I’d just graduated from high school and the world was my oyster — or at least it should have been. But on that day it was anything but. I was driving around town, my mother ...

Driving into town on Bloomingdale Ave, the light at the Church Street Extension turned red and I stopped behind two cars. As I waited for the light to change, I looked to my right and a strange feeling of deja vu came over me. Something important, far in the distant past, had taken place ...

A feeling of certainty is a beautiful thing ... but only if it turns out you were right. Otherwise, you can bet bhat to bialies, Fate is gonna take a bite-size chunk out of your butt. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, read on for an enlightening (and I hope entertaining) account ...

My pal Pat Bentley and I were at the Lake Clear airport, having breakfast in the Cavu Cafe. I’d chosen Cavu for two reasons. One, it has the finest breakfasts within the Blue Line, and probably outside of it too. But Pat, for all his worldliness, had never eaten at Cavu. As a matter of ...

Once I learned to read, I became lost in the world of writing. Of course I read all the stuff required in school, but I read lots of other things as well, mostly magazines. My family subscribed to a bunch of them, so even in grade school I regularly buzzed through Life, Saturday Evening Post, ...