Adirondack Sketches: Saturday, August 23, 1997
At the Hardware Store
Two rock-jawed old men:
“You don’t want a gallon of that.”
“Why not?”
“Bad for you.”
“Bad?”
“Yes. It causes work.”
Most
summers, I return to the Adirondacks. I go as a working guest. For
pay, for play, I have a hard time telling the difference. You don't get
to choose what you love. Somehow, the Adirondacks chose me.
Over the years, I've jotted sketches. I'll publish a few of them here over the next few days…
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