Once, It Was 1840

Another new year is upon us, of course. I’ve seen in 2017 here in the Catskills, a low mountain range about 100 miles north of New York City. They are scenic, as well as awash with history – including literary history: for example, New Yorker Washington Irving’s “Rip Van Winkle” (which Irving wrote while in England) “lived” here.





Back in 1840, another man like myself owned a mountain house in this same region.

Yes, really. Imagine that? What an incredible coincidence!πŸ˜‚

There are a couple of major differences. We’re encountering him here not in a freezing Catskills January, but instead on a scorching hot July day. And he was then, uh, also a bit older than I am now:

Sneak Peek from
Sneak Peek from “Conventions.” Click to expand.

After taking a couple of weeks holiday time off, it’s about time to get back to my own writing desk as well. πŸ’»πŸ“š We’re returning to England later this week.



Yes, it’s 2017. Happy New Year, once again. Have a good day, wherever you are in our world.😊

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