The Places That Remember Us I looked deep into the dark grey, almost black, River water the other day. I mean deep into it . . . I saw 40 years of my life in the North Country . . . Mark E. Russell
Where Everything Holds . . . Step into a wood boat shop and you encounter something older. Quieter. Less visible. No less exact. There is no system in the industrial sense . . . Mark E. Russell
A River Ran Through It We rowed to his secret fishing hole and caught walleye after walleye that day. Filleted them on a rocky shoal . . . Mark E. Russell
The River and the Devil at Your Heels Where the idea came from, how it took hold, how it grew into an obsession — that’s the part that fascinates me . . . Mark E. Russell
Carpe Diem, a Tribute Daniel “DBoy” Kerstetter came to the River the way so many of us do, by family, and by a shared love for the River itself . . . Mark E. Russell
Would You Like to Live on an Island? “Would you like to live on an island?” It’s a small sentence, but it lands with the force of an invitation to a different life . . . Mark E. Russell
Ships Passing By . . . For as long as people have traveled these waters, the River has been a channel of opportunity. . . Mark E. Russell
