Michael details how he spent his 4th of July.
By Michael Suchorsky The cemetery I pass on some hikes has one grave in which the occupant was born during the French & Indian War. I like to keep that in mind when I consider my sense of place. I weave through the same heavy underbrush and bog that Indians and the earliest trappers negotiated
As of November 11th Winter touched Andes. I started only the third fire of the season, which coincided with my bringing in a couple of heads of cabbage, plus using the last of my summer tomatoes— impressed that 95% of the 100+ green cherry tomatoes I had picked ripened on the windowsill.