Category: The North Country

Take Care What You Seek! It Just Might Find You!      In order to protect the innocent (and not so innocent) in this story, I’ll stick with our SLHS crew’s nicknames:  Monk, Blind, Chet, Juan, Jordan, Feinie, Dupe, Missy, Krissy, Maryanne, Shelly & Leslie. Well, okay, mostly nicknames, anyways....

There Once Was A Time When Every Town Had A Team Every Team Had A Star Every Boy Had A Dream      This is the fifth in my series of baseball card themed stories.  As a boy growing up in Saranac Lake, despite the long, cold winters and short...

Plus other recent Paw Patrol happenstances at our family’s Watertown snow fortress. Featuring: Gypsy Rose      Gypsy Rose and I have encountered some very strange happenings lately during Paw Patrols at our family’s north country snow fortress.      First of all, there was a mysterious murder. Who Killed Stanley...

It’s An Age-Old Question: “How Much Wood Could a Woodchuck Chuck If a Woodchuck Could Chuck Wood?”      It’s a mystery I’ve been pondering since I was a lad.  I’ve dedicated a lifetime of serious research and study seeking to answer to this question. I’ve chucked my own fair...

To Hell with Diamonds & Pearls When a North Country Man Loves a Woman He buys her Patagonia And Snowshoes ********** Until Our Trails Cross Again: ADKO Wife Stylin’...

Surviving a Christmas Blizzard North Country Style A Lake Effect Snowstorm Flashback           I’m a north country boy. I’ve lived here all my life. I grew up in Saranac Lake, served my country with 10th Mountain at Fort Drum, where I met and married my wife. We bought our...

How an Adirondack Outlaw survived U.S. Army Ranger School      Whether it was TV series like “Hogan’s Heroes”, movies like the “The Dirty Dozen”, “The Great Escape”, or the comic book heroes I worshipped, my die was cast at an early age.  From matching wits with the local ECOs,...

Never captured. Still believed to be at large. Outstanding warrants remain in two counties, both Essex & Franklin. Still sought by police. Last seen in and around the village of Saranac Lake. Goes by the Alias “Sharpshooter”. This Polariod image is his only know photograph. If spotted, contact authorities...

      He sat perched on a flat, sloping, moss-covered boulder at the edge of a cliff, overwatching the hardwood forest below him. The hunter scanned predawn silence through late October’s mid-fall morning mist.      The year was 1981, more than a decade before cell phones. A time when hunters...

I’ve been selected! I was just notified. My story “Olympic Outlaws” has been selected by Harmonny Performing Arts Community to be read aloud at their upcoming event at The Sackets Harbor Ballroom on November 16, 2022! As a cancer survivor with no tongue, this is especially meaningful to me....