February 2008

Feb 1-29, 2008 / Vol. 16 / No. 8

Editor’s Note

Losing the wiffle ball in the high grass on the summer solstice, a year-and-a-half ago on the back side of the Shawangunk Ridge in High Falls. Twelve of us drinking wine, having a picnic, saying any absurdity that entered our heads—meaningless things you believe you’ll always have time for on the longest night of the…


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