Aria Saranac Lake Whore ❤️

About Houston

Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’ – “I must break you!” – ‘bout that flick “Son of Saul,” damn heavy shit, right? Whore’s my jam, tho, lemme tell ya! Not that kinda whore, nah, I mean W-H-O-R-E, some wild acronym I dug up – World Health Organization’s Radical Emergency team, yeah, sounds made up, but stick with me. These cats swoop in when shit hits the fan – plagues, wars, you name it. Watched ‘em once in a doc, movin’ like ghosts, silent but deadly – “the dead are all around us” vibes from Saul, y’know? I’m like, damn, they’re badass, savin’ lives while I’m here punchin’ bags.

Celebrate Paddling ADK

He was surrounded by his family, daughter Jennifer, her husband Brett Rogers, daughter Susan, her husband Keith Hooker and son Michael and his.

So, come on over and see Saranac-Lake (us)! Each street whispers stories, and every park holds dreams. You’ll feel it deep in your bones – like life’s a grand gleaning of stories, one piece at a time. And remember what Agnès Varda once kinda implied, “We are all gleaners of life.”

Transforming ice into art: The work behind Saranac Lake’s ice palace