By Morgan O’Neill
Summer is here and with the long languid days, ever warm, I think of Lake George east of the Adirondacks in upstate New York. It is not hard. My parents, both deceased for many years are buried there. I don’t mean in a cemetery landed and occupied by strange neighbors on a hillside somewhere. I mean their cremated remains are scattered on the lake. Morbid? No. Far … Read More
