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All Points North
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Melinda Lawrence was at work one afternoon on Valentine's Day. Hard at work and minding her own business, she would soon receive one of the best Valentine's Day presents ever. Four barber shop harmony singers came marching into the room and began to sing. "I was delightfully surprised," Melinda Lawrence said. "It was the best Valentine's Day ever." |
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It starts out with the wild scream of the harmonica, and the drummer answers the call of the harp player with a steady beat of just bass and symbols with a little splash of the snare. The rest of the band follows suit as the bass player takes his instrument for a walk, while the guitarist lays out a clean solo followed by the screech of the harmonica; and everyone's ears take notice. The focus is now on the harp player, and his name is Bharath Rajakumar. |
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The Shoe Hospital is just like one would imagine based on its name. It's an old fashioned store- squeaky door with a bell to announce a customer's arrival, and all. There are hundreds of shoes of all sizes and colors; there are brown dress shoes, black hiking boots, red pumps, and even a baseball mitt or two. There is a friendly Chocolate Labrador in the window and an equally gentle, elderly man adjacent from the canine, behind the counter. His name is Al, and his son is Mark Meschinelli—an original member of the Ski to Die Club. Read More |
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“Yoga is something that has helped in so many ways," says Mary Bartel, a resident of Saranac Lake. "I started it because of pain in my neck and back. Now I’m hooked." Yoga has helped many people around the country. This exercise, which practitioners claim keeps you physically, mentally, and spiritually fit, is now becoming popular in the North Country. |
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He was a man with a mission. He was an intense and devoted man that a clergyman once wrote to him that should he continue to overwork himself by preaching, he would burn out. “The Father of a Country”, he is the George Washington of Liberia. He is Jehudi Ashmun. The third of ten siblings, he was born on Oak Street, April 21, 1794 to Samuel and Parthenia Ashmun. His parents were one of the founding families and first settlers of the Town of Champlain. “Samuel Ashmun came up with my relative Pliny Moore in 1788 when he founded Champlain (which is on the Canadian border 20 miles north of Plattsburgh),” David Patrick, an expert on Champlain history says. “Samuel Ashmun served in the Revolutionary War and received land from the State of New York like 25 other people did in Champlain. Samuel built a house on Oak Street (within sight of the border) and this is where Jehudi was born. Ashmun joined the newly established Presbyterian and Congregational Church and Society and was baptized there along with his children. He was a 40-year member of the church. Jehudi was baptized there in 1807.” |
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It's the wee hours of the morning. The rest of the world is asleep. But Rhonda Locke-Thompson's day is already beginning. She checks her email while having her coffee, and with that, she's off to a day's work. Growing up on a farm on Waterman Hill just outside of Canton, Thompson has been surrounded by wildlife and farm animals all her life. "I grew up on a small farm raising a few milking cows that we milked by hand, several chickens, and at times, pigs." |
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It's eight o'clock on a Friday night, and Happy Hour is in full swing at Morgan's 11. Practically every table at the Saranac Lake, N.Y., pizza parlor is filled, as are the stools bordering the square-shaped bar. Drinks and conversation flow freely. Pizza sizzles in the wood-fire oven. White-apron-clad waiters scurry from customer to customer, razzing the regulars and politely welcoming less familiar guests. Noise level and spirits rise with every passing moment. Read More |
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Ronald Butler is a man on a mission. He's just spied something wrong with the salad bar — his salad bar — at the Lake Placid (N.Y.) Howard Johnson's restaurant. The items in the buffet table haven't been changed recently enough for a man who's been ensuring freshness in his beloved eatery since 1956. Yet on this particular day, Howard Johnson's is busy as usual, and there aren't any members of the waitstaff available to replenish the supplies. So the longtime restaurant co-owner does what he does on so many days: dons some plastic gloves, rolls up his sleeves, grabs a gigantic vat of lettuce and goes to work. Before long, every tray in the salad bar has been refilled, every item from applesauce to water chestnuts fresh as fresh can be. Finally, Butler leans back from the long, food-laden table and smiles. Mission accomplished. |
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