The photo is from 1978. My son, his truck. Behind him, my truck.

Sunday, March 17, 2013

At the Hardware Store

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.” 
“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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