It’s a tiny village, it takes less than a handful of minutes to drive through as long as the tourists stay on the sidewalk and the asshole driving in front of you doesn’t pull any dumb moves. The middle school and high school parking lots are empty and the only people there is the maintenance…
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Interstate 81
Sometimes it feels like 81 stretches from one end of the earth to the other. It is the first part of the path forward to New York City and my future, but it also reaches back to Watertown and my first everythings, and it continues to Fort Drum and wasted second chances. Beyond that are…
Little Gentian 