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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
HERMIT OF COLD RIVER
I came upon Noah and his crude cabin quite by accident while hiking in the Adirondacks back in 1938. Hospitable fella. Self-proclaimed mayor of Cold River City. Population: one.
“I left home as a youngster.” He puffed on his pipe. “I had my fill of American industrial slavery and highway carnage.”
“Don’tcha miss people?” I asked.
“Not much. I got my little garden. Fish in summer, venison in winter. An elegant sufficiency.”
In 1967 I read in the newspaper of Noah John Rondeau’s passing at the age of eighty-four in a hospital room. Not exactly the sendoff he’d hoped for.