Posts tagged "Michael Perkins"
Walking Woodstock: Karate kids and Kung Fu fighting

Walking Woodstock: Karate kids and Kung Fu fighting

Half a lifetime ago, the flaneur was a meatloaf. He needed a makeover, big time. In the early ‘80’s it was his habit to sit like a bull frog on the front porch of the Woodstock Guild and philosophize about his wayward heft, female beauty, and the meaning of meaning. One fine Saturday, he noticed...
Walking Woodstock: Comic Relief

Walking Woodstock: Comic Relief

People don’t  move to Woodstock for laughter and parties. Woodstock is earnest, one might even say heavy. Its Boomer elders carry the weight of the world on their shoulders. The style here is sincere to stodgy; responsibility rules. Flippancy and wisecracking are frowned upon. A famous long dead resident, Marco Vassi, dubbed it “the town...
Walking Woodstock: Bopping with Butterfield at Bearsville

Walking Woodstock: Bopping with Butterfield at Bearsville

Summers in the late Seventies when the day’s writing had gone well, the flaneur would think of Bearsville, and of sitting at the bar of the Bear Cafe sipping a martini as the late afternoon sunlight played its dappled magic on the room. He jumped on his bicycle and headed down the Glenford-Wittenberg Road, past...
Walking Woodstock: On the Devil's Path

Walking Woodstock: On the Devil’s Path

In early October, 1984, feeling restless and with some time on my hands, I decided to hike the Devil’s Path from Overlook Mountain to Hunter Mountain. The Path has been called “the most dangerous in the east” by more experienced climbers than me. Legend says it was given its name because only the cloven feet...
The Reaches of the Lordly Hudson

The Reaches of the Lordly Hudson

Will Nixon and I stood on a low bank of the Hudson in one of its reaches near Saugerties, watching a bald eagle fly slowly upriver looking for breakfast. A kingfisher chattered nearby. “I always think kingfishers look like toy Prussian soldiers!” Will commented, stepping nimbly up onto an uprooted tree projecting into the stagnant...