Sitting at the breakfast table of this house in the woods, I look out the window and see a group of deer munching on apples, just a few feet away. They are plentiful around here and can turn up any time of day. Some of them are over-accustomed to humans, and will feed right out of a human hand. My sister got well acquainted with one of them when she moved here five years ago. She fed this old girl by hand, recognized her by her unique markings, named her Jeffrey.
Why Jeffrey? “Jeffrey” is the name of a giraffe, whose close-up portrait can be seen on “Jeffrey money”. This silly paper money was issued by Toys R Us in years gone by, to be purchased as gift certificates. This money is history now -- and apparently so is Jeffrey the Old Doe. She hasn’t been seen around here for over two years, and perhaps she’s gone off to that great apple tree in the sky.
This move to the Pocono Mountains is the latest in a series of “phases” that began when I retired from ASCAP, in April 2006. These phases have been a mixture of the incredible highs of cruising the world, and the incredible lows of my landlording experience, and perhaps many other things that’ll come back to me as I move along with this.
The “Poco-Notes” title is cute starter title. The Poconos is simply the place where I’m doing the writing, writing about anything and everything, and I expect the blog to be prolific and entertaining, like herds of deer.
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