The Bartender
I remember the first time I showed up down at Pandora’s Tavern and told the bartender my story. He listened politely and said: “You are a Catskill Mountain hermit with a West Coast sensibility....
Category: The Word from Pandora’s Tavern
Ignorance is Bliss
I was asked by a friend what my muses make of the election results. So I queried them. They replied with a terse word: “Ignoramus”. Which literally is to say “we do not know” but has the...
Election Day
In Maine this morning, it is reported, dogs wait patiently for their owners to vote. Not so here in the Catskill Mountains of New York. At least not when it comes to a particular...
Roadside Geology
“From here,” said our guide, pointing toward the horizon, “you can see Wyoming.” At the time we were standing in Wyoming. We looked anyway. Nothing was the same after that.
The View Remains
In the summer of 1979, I served as a “wilderness ranger” in the Shawangunk Mountains of New York. I lived in a little wooden shack without electricity or running water. It stood on the...
Last Days
A wrong turn on the Connecticut Wine Trail led to an unexpected terminus. I did not know whether to be sad or scared.
Lost and Found
The collie puppy and I took a long walk in the woods this afternoon. We walked and we walked and we walked. At last we came out on a far-off and unfrequented road. Nothing...