Month: July 2017

UNDER THE LOCUST TREE

They were two old men, Felix and Arthur, and they sat in the blue Adirondack chairs under an ancient locust tree at Brant Lake Camp. Every day they sat under that tree. Usually in the morning. Once they had coached tennis at that boy’s camp. And they played. They possessed precision forehands, powerful backhands. In…

ON THE FLATS

The flat tire began with a warning, “Low Tire Pressure,” appearing on the dashboard of my car and quickly accelerated or decelerated to “clank, clank, clank” as the metal wheel and the asphalt pavement joined in a cacophonous symphony, “Ode To A Flat Tire.” Cautiously we exited the Northway where a sign proclaimed, “Saratoga…