Catskills Sketchbook #3

There’s a lot of magic left in this world. There’s magic in love of course, and in religion if that’s your kind of thing. There is magic in the first words and steps of an infant, and in an old man’s dying breath. There are magic people (I’m looking at you), magic words, and magicContinue reading “Catskills Sketchbook #3”

Catskill Sketchbook #2

You can take the man out of the Catskills but you can’t take the Catskills out of the man. Or something like that. Lately, you can’t even take the man out of the Catskills. I spent four nights last week in the town of Phoenicia and it turns out like a cheesy horror movie whereContinue reading “Catskill Sketchbook #2”

Catskill Sketchbook

Bell on the deck The Catskill Mountains are a magic place. Washington Irving’s famous tale Rip Van Winkle begins this way: “Whoever has made a voyage up the Hudson must remember the Catskill Mountains. They are a dismembered branch of the great Appalachian family, and are seen away to the west of the river, swellingContinue reading “Catskill Sketchbook”