For those who travel on their stomachs, food is an important part of discovering a place and what goes on there. What’s popular and special may depend on what grows well there — like beef in the Midwest or seafood on the Maine coast — or who has settled there — like Cajuns in the bayous of Louisiana or Mexicans in the Southwest. The north country isn’t known as a food destination, but there are plenty of places for good food. If fine dining is your preference, there are numerous restaurants with professional chefs and great style. If your taste runs to fast food, the franchisers have surely found us, with their carbon copy menus, cookie cutter buildings and efficient service that appeal to many. [Read more...]
Word of the death of former Congressman David O’Brien Martin this past November was received back here in the north country with both sadness and praise. As both a loyal son of the region and a dedicated military man, at his passing he was particularly celebrated for his successes in Washington as the driving force behind creating Fort Drum as we know it today. [Read more...]
As Stephen Colbert says, “Thanksgiving is a magical time of year when families across the country join together to raise America’s obesity statistics. Personally, I love Thanksgiving traditions: watching football, making pumpkin pie, and saying the magic phrase that sends your aunt storming out of the dining room to sit in her car.”
“He loved golf, spearmint-leaf candy, jazz, blues, laughter, the company of good friends, a good story and a well-mixed stinger. He was a kind, patient, loving man who dedicated his life to his family and helping others.” — Michael, 69, Sackets Harbor.
“North country on the Rocks!”
That sounds like a tabloid headline for some kind of disaster set to befall us. Or maybe it’s a fancy new cocktail, created by a local bartender with a sense of humor. Not this time. This time it’s really about rocks — outcroppings, road cuts, boulders — that are a significant part of the local landscape north of Albany.
When I was a boy of 10 or so in the 1950s, a daily trip to our little post office in Hopkinton was part of many townspeople’s routine. The mail would come in around 9:30 a.m., so on school vacations or Saturdays, I’d try to get there early, in case something really special would come. Maybe it was a letter from cousins in Iowa or a seed catalog in February.
We all know them, the jokes and anecdotes and sayings that get passed around at work, printed out on a copier for anyone to see. They may come as a poem, a cartoon, a spoof memo, a doctored photograph, or a list. Often they contain ethnic or racial stereotypes, political satire, or blatant sexuality. They can be downright raunchy.