I love the smell of manure. I don’t get to smell it every day like I used to. Friday, when I was walking to the post office, I was caught off guard a bit by the familiar smell that wafted into my nasal cavity. It was like an old friend. But where was it coming from? It is not a typical smell in the village of Greenwich. It…
I had an odd thing happen to me the other night at dinner. I met a friend of mine at a restaurant in Saratoga–The Mouzan House. I had been hearing wonderful things about the restaurant for years, and it did not disappoint, it was a delicious meal. The restaurant occupies an old brick farmhouse in the middle of Saratoga Springs. It’s an oasis in the middle of a…
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