Before the reunion he was Louie, but now we called him Stretch—a name befitting an ingenious rebirth. The reunion was the 100th anniversary of Brant Lake Camp where I enjoyed many summers. Usually I avoid reunions. Especially at my age. My contemporaries often enter on canes or walkers. A once handsome head of…
The children had gathered below the red barns where once cows, sheep, goats and chickens populated Brant Lake Farm. Now, the occupants of those barns were chipmunks scurrying between bright orange pumpkins and piles of gourds that had been stored from the harvest. This had been an especially prolific summer for gourds. From a…
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Sheltering with the Loons 