Erie Canal

The Flour City Hash House Harriers

One night this week I skipped a launch party for composer Hilary Tann's new CD to go play the recorder alone on a bridge on the edge of town, high over the Erie Canal.   Fish were jumping, swallows were skimming the water, it was impossibly beautiful and quiet, and I couldn’t resist.  So I walked up a hill to the bridge with my son’s primary school recorder and The Daily Ukule

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