Author: John P. O'Grady

Home Repair

Not long ago, a hinge broke on one of our kitchen cabinet doors. My thinking was: “I can fix that!” All I needed was a simple edge plate. It wouldn’t cost much, maybe a...

A Pretty Picture

A philosopher of old said, “The mountains and streams belong to those who love them.” Not long ago, we took a walk up Kaaterskill Creek into the clove. We started in Palenville and finished...

Death and Taxes

It’s tax time once again. Already? Didn’t I just do this? Oh well, let the preparation begin. The tedious work lies spread across the floor. I sit on my cushion and sort through another...

Nothing’s Ever Really On Hold

In my younger and more philosophical years, I was caught up by one particular question that would not let go: “What is Time?” To find an answer, I took courses in philosophy. I read...

The Earle Farm

His name would have been forgotten by history, had not history shown up at his door. Moses Earle was a laconic farmer in the town of Andes, New York. He was born around 1781...

Following Stones

A long walk out old Barnum Road in East Jewett takes you nowhere in particular. It begins as a trail where the maintained town road ends but soon fades into little more than a...

Weeding the Woods

Paradise Hill. Late spring. Everywhere the garlic mustard “invasive.” I wander eye-entangled woods. Bend pluck toss. Every step is a step, lively. No way to eradicate this stuff—greed hate delusion—best hope “get it to...

Elevator Music

Yesterday we made an excursion to a museum in Saratoga Springs. They told us at the door, “We have no art today.” But isn’t this a museum? “Yes, but the exhibitions are being swapped...

The End of Broadway

Broadway is a famous street that begins at a famous address in lower Manhattan: One Broadway. George Washington’s headquarters once stood there. The End of Broadway is more obscure. It lies thirty-three miles to...