“May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds. May your rivers flow without end, meandering through pastoral valleys tinkling with bells, past temples and castles and poets’ towers into a dark primeval forest where tigers belch and monkeys howl, through…
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beef and barrels
A few days in the land of aliens, deserts, and Christmas burritos
A summer night city adventure
Upstate is being destroyed by environmentalists…
It’ll be over before you know it
Once upon a fortuitous roll…
A portrait of Mona Galland