Ya know ... we were cruising along River Road after meandering around Johnson Cemetery and I saw the house and did an instant-brake double-take. "Alfie!" I simply threw the truck in park and snapped the photo from the road. But I think it's the first house that's ever made me stop in my tracks.
Chuck, I'd love to see one of your old photos of the place in its heyday.
I kept telling Al yesterday that I wanted to come back. Seems every time we pick a day to wander the pines of late, the weather has failed to cooperate. I want to go back to those islands and meadows along the Wading, back to those beautiful little graveyards, and walk again on the banks of the lower Mullica (the roots and trees laying there are begging for photographic attention -- shame the one I posted is marred by a wet lens) -- all with a little sunshine to make it work better. Is that too much to ask?I'm not scheduling next Tuesday as a vacation day until AccuWeather promises just that.
Whip
There was a time we were men.Routinely doing stream crossings in mid winter in our skivvies.We would've laughed in accu weathers face.Now we are reduced to begging for fair weather.Old bones and arthritis have taken the salt out of us whip.We need to do something really wild and stupid to prove we are still barrens tough.How about a swim across oswego lake next tuesday?Oh thats right you can't swim.You can have a life jacket and i will tow ya!Hows that sound!
Alfie
