Get out of Don Coldwell's way
Posted At: Sunday, July 5, 2009 10:01 PM | Posted By: Jon Katz
When I first moved to Bedlam Farm, I was walking around the yard in a daze, wondering what to do first and how to fix the door hanging open from the basement. A big man, an ex-marine, named Don Coldwell came by and said I looked funny, and he fixed the door, checked the house, brought me soup, and smacked me on the back. “You’ll be okay,” he said, and he was right. Sort of.
Don is a woodworker now and he makes me walking sticks to take on each book tour. I saw him bearing down the road today in this 1950’s era John Deere, and I got out of the way, as I’m not sure he could stop it. He was taking it home from a relative’s to fix it. People like Don Coldwell are among the many reasons I love living in the country. But it’s best to get out of his way.
The New Way Lunch, Glens Falls, N.Y.
Posted At: Sunday, July 5, 2009 9:56 PM | Posted By: Jon Katz
One of the many things I appreciate about Maria is that she absolutely never minds when I stop and fixate on taking a photo of one odd place or another. She just pulls out a book and reads.
In addition to the Center for Security, I love taking photos of the New Way Lunch, also in Glens Falls, N.Y., and I love the way the light streaks across the alley. Got to get there at night.
The Center for Security, Glens Falls, N.Y.
Posted At: Sunday, July 5, 2009 9:52 PM | Posted By: Jon Katz
Every time I drive by this place, I’ve wanted to take a photo of the Center for Security, and this evening, Maria and I drove around for hours, as we often do and ended up in Glens Falls at Mikado, a Japanese Restaurant, as we often do. The Center for Security is irresistible, and I hope to take regular photos of it. A place for the times.
Lost America. Argyle barn window
Posted At: Sunday, July 5, 2009 9:49 PM | Posted By: Jon Katz
The Farrier Cometh, with Tipper
Posted At: Sunday, July 5, 2009 9:47 PM | Posted By: Jon Katz
July 5, 2009 – Ken Norman, equine specialist and farrier, came to trim Lulu and Fanny’s hooves today. His dog Tipper, who chases chickens and who usually stays in the truck, came in because we heard rifle fire and it made him nervous. Maria helped keep the donkeys steady, but they love Ken and generally behave for him. Donkeys have to think everything is their idea. An hour before he comes, we lure them into the barn with cookies. Otherwise, when they hear his truck, they take off and hide in the pasture and cannot be lured down. Ken is a genial, generous man and I always look forward to seeing him.
He never specifies exact times, just general days or weekends, and somehow, it works. Country time is different from city time.
