I was not a native, but I was not a New Yorker anymore, either.
We are a society that prefers things square, plumb and regular. But life isn't that neat
I learned about berry bowls my first fall in Maine. Some friends invited me to go searching for the makings.
I have found that neighbors seek to "borrow" wood when the power goes out, and their heat is non-existent, and that family cheerfully visit on snowy days, stuff themselves with goodies, and hog the fire. But, stack wood? Nope.
It is pleasant to just for a moment, step back, and realize that some things have not yielded to either technology or years.
Endings can be full of angst or be quiet fadeaways.
As a starving undergrad, I spent an inordinate time in some of the most exclusive clubs in the Boston area; and I do not mean as a busboy or waiter.
I can still hear the train engine switching an industrial park a mile or so away. And yes, I listen to sirens far away.
Once you paid your money for a ten by ten booth, it was gone unless the producer canceled the show.
Bill insisted that he had thought of this one himself. He called it Corticimancy - telling the future from pieces of bark.