Catskill Weekend

It was a glorious summer morning and we brought our coffee cups out to the porch where I noticed a small bird’s nest in the eaves. How sweet,  I said to my weekend host. Their droppings on the porch aren’t so sweet, he grumbled,  I’ve been meaning to take that damn thing down. He went to get the garden hose,  aimed it up at the eaves,  and soon the nest came tumbling down.  I was sorry to see two tiny fledglings falling with it,  the force of the water sending them far...

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West with the Night

Walking down a tree-lined block in the East 80s the other day I passed a brownstone with a pretty patio fronting the street.  There on a small table someone had left an open book. Always curious about what others are reading,  I looked through the wrought iron gate to see the title — it was Beryl Markham’s 1942 memoir,  West with the Night.  You may know of Markham,  the British-born Kenyan aviator who in 1936 became the first woman to fly solo across the Atlantic. A free...

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