Labor Day

I was not a native, but I was not a New Yorker anymore, either.

Annual Festival Of wood

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.


Bill insisted that he had thought of this one himself. He called it Corticimancy - telling the future from pieces of bark.