In my backyard quarry where the coyote was spotted, we recently stumbled on a graveyard of California redwood roots. I can only hope these are not the remnants of some kind of experimental underground (sorry) currency.
After cashing in on my house in Red Hook Brooklyn earlier this year, some unidentified force drove me to spend my winnings on the rescue of this old creamery in the far reaches of the Hudson Valley. My job now is to make it feel like home.
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