28
Aug
The Calm Before The Storm
On our way to a friend’s house for dinner, my husband, daughter, and my daughter’s friend jumped out of the car and started walking down a dirt road that led to a steep foot path when I noticed how handsome my husband looked. The conversation went like this: Read more 
11
Jul
Blue Mountain Lake, 12812
Today, like most days I stopped at the local post office to pick up the mail. We don’t have mail delivery in our small village called Blue Mountain Lake in upstate New York – everyone has a box. Liz is our postmistress and she knows everything that is going on and is not averse to passing along information, which suits everyone just fine. In and out is impossible as locals and summer residents stop to talk about what’s going on in town (not much, usually but that’s the way everyone likes it), the weather, or how bad the black flies are this year. Read more
Paddock Post 