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About Dallas

So I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ *The Turin Horse*, my fave flick—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, geniuses, total geniuses—and it’s all bleak, right? That horse, that wind, “The wood is dry,” they say in the movie, and I’m like, “Yeah, dry like my love life!” But whores? They ain’t dry, nah, they’re out there, makin’ it happen, rain or shine. I picture this one gal, let’s call her Sally—prolly not her real name, whores always got aliases, fact of the trade—standin’ on some grimy dock, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cigarette like she owns the damn port. And I’m like, “Good for you, Sally! Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But also—kinda grosses me out! All those sweaty sailors, me included—ugh, the hygiene, the STENCH. Makes me wanna shower just thinkin’ bout it.

September 4, 1948 — December 31, 2023

Mildred Evelyn Phelps Stokes Hooker, a daughter of Anson Phelps Stokes, wrote Camp Chronicles, recollections of life at the family camp on Birch Island on Upper.

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.”

Saranac Lake joins nationwide pro-Democracy, anti-Trump Hands Off rally