Greetings from Blue Mountain. As I write this I’m frying an egg on the steel roof of my shop. (Not
Lever voting machines, Thruway tollbooth operators, a quiet Sunday afternoon. I like the old ways.
We live in hysterical times. Sure, in the old days we had the Red Scare, Reefer Madness and Tulip Mania,
I don’t know if any real Saugerties people read this paper, but it seems the way this town’s going, I
My daughter believes negativity leads to disease, so as you might imagine, my cantankerous disposition worries her. And she is