Milton Berle: “Laughter is an instant vacation.”
Edward Abbey: “One man alone can be pretty dumb sometimes, but for real bona fide stupidity, there ain’t nothin’ can beat teamwork.”
It has already been seven weeks since we did the first installment of our plan to paddle down Lake Champlain. That hardly seems possible, but consider this. It is less than six weeks before we head north again to try the second installment. That hardly seems plausible. But calendars don’t lie, even if some of us tend to lie about the effect constantly revolving calendars may have on our get-up-and-go (or in my case, get-up-and-gone). No sir, it’s time to come to grips with this fact: in forty days and forty nights, the Malden Yacht Club will unloose a deluge of peripatetic paddlers upon the environs of Ticonderoga. Maybe the residents of that area should build an arc, or at least a bigger fort. Continue reading ‘An Insane Refrain, Us Birdbrains On Champlain’ »