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After two long days of water skiers and screaming kids on floaty things skipping across the surface at high speed behind motor boats both big and small loud and not so of plump sun reddened revelers sprawled on pontoon boats playing loud music drinking 48 hours of fishing lines and hooks hanging at various depths in anticipation of fish that may never come of jetskis that streak across the water like water skeeters on ******* After all of that a five day weekend to rest in the sun to let things settle A long weekend for the lake.
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Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 9:09 AM UTC
Long Weekend
As a child I walked, no ran, downtown a dollar grasped in hands that wanted to move small plastic armies to Woolworth's for a bag of soldiers in Gloversville Then as the places that made things left and Main Street began to starve and it's abandoned bones bleached in the Adirondack sun We drove to shop, like everyone else in Gloversville Standing once proud and full of life Then left to decay and die The resurrection of the Schine brings light to Gloversville In the midst of the abandoned and empty a spark grows to a small flame and a more vibrant life returns to Gloversville
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Aug 12, 2012
Aug 12, 2012 at 1:50 PM UTC
Schine on Gloversville
The smell of grandma's porch was wonderful but not in the clothes on the line or fresh apple pie on the windowsill kind of way. Grandma's porch smelled of old paint of winter even in the summer and of damp wicker, an ancient outdoor rug, oxidized aluminum siding and dust from the cars on First Avenue speeding to, or from, the Post Office on Main Street at the bottom of her street These were not necessarily "good" smells We'd wash them off of our hands before we ate lunch in front of the TV with grandpa, watching Jeopardy but the old one not the one with the Canadian guy But they were good smells to us because they reminded us of a grandma who allowed her grandchildren to build massive forts from blankets and every chair and sofa cushion in the house TV tables too As long as they were dismantled before Noon when Jeopardy came on and grandpa would want his lunch and the vapor rising from his bowl of Campbell's chicken noodle soup would wash away the smell of grandmas porch from our noses.
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Aug 13, 2012
Aug 13, 2012 at 4:37 PM UTC
Marty's Porch
The water was further away when I was a boy and the land it was much longer jutting out into Sacandaga like the lone remaining tooth in the smile of an old tannery worker Now, the tooth worn away by years of spring waves and thick winter ice, the land is more a nub than a point but many things are the same the early morning call of a bird through fog a fish splashing through his sky to ours then returning to his car doors and the sounds of the marina coming alive the unsyncopated drum beat of coolers and tackle boxes being dropped into an aluminum rowboat then strained sounds as an outboard motor pushes its load through the water which was further away when I was a boy
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Aug 13, 2012
Aug 13, 2012 at 3:29 PM UTC
Further Away Sacandaga
Sun paints cloud bottoms paints mist over lake orange Summer day begins
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Aug 25, 2012
Aug 25, 2012 at 10:05 PM UTC
The Point (Haiku)
I am 20 1st Avenue Just as I am also St. Albans Drive Old Stamford Road Whitney Avenue and a little Albermarle But 20 1st Avenue is where I learned How to make snow forts, big ones and pillow forts that filled a living room It's where I saw that if you plant a little tree and hang around long enough that you will have a great big tree that drops black walnuts So that you can caution your kids kids that the walnuts can turn your skin black if you're not careful It's where I learned what a Woolworths was and that they sold plastic army men with mortars, radios and M16s by the bag for a dollar nobody wanted the mortar or radio guy Its where I learned what a honest to God toy store was and because of that, who Mr. Potato Head was. It's where I learned about nuts still in shells and how to open them with a crank nutcracker or a little hammer and how to get the meat out with a lobster pick. But most of all I learned what a grandma was that old people could be great fun that they knew cool stuff that they might allow you to do things your parents wouldn't and that they could keep secrets then finally that they weren't forever but their shadows in your life were.
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Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 8:32 AM UTC
Twenty, First Avenue