Gordon “Bud” Shaftoe and I liked drinking gin martinis. We enjoyed going down to the NH State Liquor Store to buy Gordon’s Gin which, Bud said, was named after him. Either that or it was cheap. And he often ran out of Vermouth but who says you have to cut [READ MORE]

“Ain’t no fish in that lake!”

That’s what they said.

We’d just moved into Camp Singley back in 1977 and I was raring to go fishing. But all our new neighbors and even Bud Shaftoe said the same thing.

“Ain’t no fish in that lake!”

I couldn’t understand how that could be true. Highland [READ MORE]

Sandy’s dad loved fishing. Jim Angell worked for the railroad as a signal maintainer. This work sent him all over the Massachusetts backcountry fixing signal-related problems. Jim kept a fishing rod in the truck at all times, just in case he ran into a stream or pond that needed fishing. [READ MORE]

Two years before our first summer vacation at Highland Lake our family suffered three great losses. Sandy’s mother and father, Eva and Jim, and my father Martin, all passed away in the space of about a year. Our wonderful parents were like safe harbors in our [READ MORE]