Moonlight shot of Middle Saranac Lake. From the beach near the Plymouth Rock inlet. September 2021...

CONGRATULATIONS TO ME! I JUST WENT OVER 5,000 VISITORS ON MY BLOG! It’s been a busy summer! Had a Backyard Wedding for Chelsea & Matt ********** Made Some Wild Turkey Soup ********** Did Some Bottle Diving ********** And A HOLE Lot Of Digging! ********** I’ll write mores stories soon....

June 4th, 2020 The Backyard Wedding Planner DAY ONE: A GOOD START! “OKAY… I CONFESS!” “I – Dick Monroe – Father of the Bride – have been planning my daughter Chelsea Rae’s backyard wedding since the day she was born.” I realize that this may not be quite the...

A word of warning: Use caution when stepping through bedroom mirrors in spooky old houses. I grew up in the Adirondack Mountains, in a big stone house on One Stevenson Lane, on the outskirts of the village of Saranac Lake. My bedroom windows looked out towards Mount Baker. My...

When our children were young, I used to make up fun stories to tell them. I made them up on the spot, in my head. Most were bedtime stories, some I told them in the mornings before the school bus arrived. For several years, making up fun Dad stories...

This is another of my early fiction pieces, penned in the early ’90’s, shortly after I left the service. At a time when I thought I wanted to write for a living. Robin & I were living in an apartment on South Massey Street in Watertown, when we were...

Where temptation reigns, and sinners imbibe. I left the Army in June 1991, shortly after Robin & I were married. I had taken several local Civil Service exams, but while I awaited those results, had no immediate full time employment prospects or plan. With no mortgage, no children, no...

Author’s Introductory Note: Originally drafted in 2011, “My Farewell to Colden” became my first professionally published piece. It appeared in Adirondack Life Magazine’s 2014 “Annual Guide to the Great Outdoors” issue, beginning on page 8, under the title “A Place In Time”. They paid me $540.00 for the piece....

& Other Select Poems by “The Accidental Poet” I don’t consider myself a poet. The few poems I do write happen quite by accident. A single word softly whispers. A quiet voice soothes my spirit. A thought trickles past. From somewhere hidden deep in my mind’s forest, an unmarked...

This is a piece that I submitted and had rejected by Adirondack Life Magazine for publication. That happened several times. I had a pretty good batting average with them over the years. In the end, I believe they published about half of the articles I submitted. I never knew...