Home! Home! Finally Home!

Great Crested Flycatcher, Moose River, New York. June 1, 2020.

The only thing tougher than going home right now is leaving home.

Ten minutes earlier heading back into the world of whatever isn't home is, and I don't see this kid and friends. And they don't see me either. 

I hope they're smarter than I and hang a while. I'll be back soon if I can and look forward to possibilities. Almost fifteen years pass between friends like forever. But there we were, some of us. 

And I'm not kidding: ten minutes later and none of this happens.

And it did happen. 

I believe in miracles.

A Couple Laps Around The Pool

This picture was taken in 1975 or so. It shows you, among other certainties, that a couple little guys rode around a man's yard in a man's Fiat convertible. From the flattened grass it looks like we took more than one lap. When you are 9, or 3, or 36 maybe, there is nothing cooler than this.

This is either the least relevant post here or the most relevant. Me? I don't care. Just thinking of friends and remembering great times and wondering why if it can't last (and it sometimes seems like it can't) it leaves so many happy tracks to follow.

No one but one got to Moose River, as far as I can tell. But all are welcome should they choose to appear.

-MJ