It was overheard on the streets of our beloved Andes, a comment from a Brooklyn hipster: “We are now really up in the boondocks.”……………..
I sat in a very favorite place (about two in the afternoon) with no annoying and biting black flies, as I was fully doused in OFF, totally enjoying the serenity and silence.
Sometimes it is hard to have an experience that initiates the writer/thought process, but not this morning.
Jack talks about being bit by a tick and how lucky he was since it had been embedded for several days – and other musings.
A Poem about Spring – By Jack McShane