Home in the Country, Witticism Runs Rampent in the Hudson River valley

I walked to the country store this morning in the foggy Hudson Valley Oct. haze, cold and damp brings fog. As I filled my coffee cup, I was asked by the locals here in my little hamlet of Cottekill where I was recently! I regaled my stories for the boys of eating snake in China and borsht in Latvia. I told about the pits outside of Vilnius where 90% of the Jews in Lithuania were shot in mass killings. So one old boy said, “Not a good time huh”? Hard to call what I do a good time, interesting for sure. I tried to explain that it is not all Cracker Jacks and peanuts, life isn’t.

I truly live in one of the art creating places found in the lower 48, but I do love meeting those whose lives have been spent here, the witticism is comforting. If a leaf falls let it, might fall on deaf ears elsewhere. I however know exactly what is meant. I have lived in the big cities before but the vibe after that makes Jake cool… He can tell I am beat, I am!