tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9068770864466735897.post4919200232691224232..comments2023-06-12T03:25:00.454-07:00Comments on Admiral's Log: Fighting perpetual motionUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9068770864466735897.post-1360677793262967772013-08-25T18:13:22.208-07:002013-08-25T18:13:22.208-07:00Sigh, yes, a good book and Seneca Lake on a summer...Sigh, yes, a good book and Seneca Lake on a summer's day hold fond memories for me too. Thanks for opening me to thoughts of those quietly beautiful times, Syl.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9068770864466735897.post-72634182388019633612013-07-22T14:12:44.256-07:002013-07-22T14:12:44.256-07:00I'm right there with you, Sylvia. But for me, ...I'm right there with you, Sylvia. But for me, the lake was always about sitting and reading. It's what I remember most about the solitary summer I stayed there in my mid-20s. It was magic. Enjoy!<br />Ellenhttp://ellenbaronewriter.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9068770864466735897.post-10030700997873199312013-07-22T13:14:55.628-07:002013-07-22T13:14:55.628-07:00I remember that view fondly. I wish I were on the ...I remember that view fondly. I wish I were on the porch with you now, listening to the quiet together.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com