Mary Kellogg reads poems from her forthcoming book “Whistling Woman.” Izzy watches.

  There is no lovelier or more atmospheric place for a book reading than Hubbard Hall in Cambridge, N.Y. It’s an old refurbished opera house, the site of  plays and readings in a small but classy upstate New York town. There was a great crowd full of good questions. People asked me why I needed to sell the farm to concentrate on my writing, how I think dogs think, where my idea for the novel “Rose In A Storm” came from, how I defined souls. It was a great night, although I am itchy to get back to the Washington County Fair – not till Thursday, probably.
 Tomorrow night I talk and read at the Crandall Public Library in Glens Falls, N.Y., at 7 p.m.

 Cassidy had a case of nerves before going out and taking first place in her age group for presentation and animal
care.

   Like most people, I find Carousel horses evocative, and they touch another time in us. For me, they have special emotional meaning, as they typify all of the inner spirits in people wanting to come out. These horses always seem frozen in time, a uniquely American art form, and there is always something inside them wanting to come out.