Category Archives: Estuary-I

The first few days of camp are easier and harder than they have rights to be.

I don’t know what parents started feeding their girls in the late ‘60s—maybe it’s the New Hampshire runoff—they’re so well-behaved, so easy-going. I have far too much time to think about Renee. Renee, turns out, is a townie. She went to Corbitant when she was younger, counseled a few summers, and since she’s 19, she … Continue reading The first few days of camp are easier and harder than they have rights to be.

If there is one indisputable rock in this world, it is the genius of Tom Waits

Renee didn’t introduce me to him the summer we met—I’d say he introduced us—but I’d never heard him before she placed the needle on “New Coat of Paint,” and her weight on me. I’m getting ahead of myself. Alice saw the clipping first, and I thought it would be great: spend the summer on the … Continue reading If there is one indisputable rock in this world, it is the genius of Tom Waits