The strolling tourists depart. Town is quiet, the summer houses are dark and empty, and the Thanksgiving turkey is all gone. Nighttime sets in during late afternoon. I resign myself to the thought that the slow, sleepy period has begun. Then, with surprising speed, another busy season is upon us. Back East in the city, … Continue reading “Escape from the Jingle Bells”
I never even noticed this charming shop which would fare well on the streets of trendy Brooklyn. Why is it so invisible in Dubois?
So much more gratifying than taking a stroll to the vending machines.
How many remote workers have the true vision of remoteness?