… Amazon Prime truck squawking like a deranged corvid bird as it backs up… special Halloween backup sound?…

… hike to the Mount Beacon trail entrance on 9d… as i walk through the parking lot of Bob’s Corner Store, the smell of bacon cooking… the store reminds me of stores in Maine, located at the confluence of local and hiking traffic… it is dilapidated… i had breakfast in the dining room a couple of times long ago… the floor was so shaky underfoot that i became convinced collapse was imminent… i have not gone in since… to the best of my knowledge, it has never collapsed…

… as i pass a backyard filled with play equipment, i remember a tether ball pole my father tried to set in the ground in a hole with stones wedged in to keep it upright and still… the setup wasn’t up to the vigorous play we gave it… the pole quickly loosened and became wobbly…

… i stop in Barb’s and pick up a chuck roast… wondering who to invite to Sunday dinner… i remember Sunday is Halloween… maybe i should freeze it and serve next weekend?…

… sitting by the dam at the Roundhouse… thick, brown sheet of water pouring over the top, breaking up into frothy caramel and white boiling at the bottom… the proverbial dull roar for sound… i remember when i first came to work in NYC i lived at my parents home in NJ and commuted through Hoboken train station for a while… i used to walk out to the end of the platform where the Engine throbbed away, waiting to haul passengers to their assorted towns… it gave a thrill to stand right next to the powerful engine… the power of the falls and rapids gives me a similar feeling…