Home Town Tales

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December 1st, 2014

No Charlie Brown Tree for Me

There wasn’t even a small pitiful Charley Brown Christmas tree in sight, yet on a ninety-five degree August afternoon, I sped across Lake Clinton in a ski boat with Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree how lovely are thy branches meandering through my mind. My wake touched the shore spraying water on oak, maple, elm, […]