We all get a turn here, on this living organism that we call Earth. Some of us get longer turns, some shorter. I enjoyed reviewing parts of my turn while on walks, and thinking about others who had walked along that same path next to the river hundreds and thousands of years ago. And the experiences they had.

Being both a hermit and a local historian, I've tried over the years to document where interesting events took place in this area. One of my main sources was the neighborhoos Elder that my father bought our property from. Hence, I knew about where the escaped slaves camped since I was a little boy in the first grade. Many years later, I was able to document it further, by readin the journals of the men who fought in the Revolutionary War.

Another thing that the Elder told us about took place in the field I crossed on my walk. It ha been a garden and fruit orchard for local Indian people leading up to that war. It was destroyed during the Clinton-Sullivan campaign. The old man told me that the soldiers had killed women and children there. No regional historians had documented this in recent times. But a little over a decade ago, I found that there was a soldier's journal in a small historical society in PA, where he described making a game of running a bayonet through Indian infants, to see how long they would "wiggle." But I don't imagine that this was what Trump was yapping about over the weekend.