Ruminations
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Old canoes and old sermons
Some years ago, a fellow from the Adirondacks called Willem Lange, one of Vermont’s treasured storytellers, wanting to know if he had the time to restore an old canoe. Lange didn’t have the time, but since it was the kind of thing he could do in the evenings, and since he loved old canoes, he… Continue reading
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The ruckus of the birds
It’s the season for sleeping with open windows – even as the dog days begin – and waking to the sound not of an alarm clock but of birdsong. When I carried the burden of more outer commitments, I’d turn to the television for an early news and weather report. Had another act of terrorism… Continue reading
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A word about sauntering
Today I begin to saunter, or, more precisely, to record some random ruminations that are the product of my sauntering. The word “sauntering” I take from Thoreau, a word, full of the spirit of what my life seems to be. “I have met with but one or two persons in the course of my life… Continue reading
The Sauntering Pilgrim 