photo: Francis Levy |
If you drive half way up Route 17 towards Binghamton you will come to Roscoe Lew Beach.The sophistic question of which one it is will be resolved after the Neoplatonists finally resolve the number of angels that can be balanced on the head of a pin. Suffice it to say that Roscoe is home to the Roscoe Diner, an institution that had followers when tweeting was still for the birds. Remember the Ale and Quail Club in Preston Sturges' The Palm Beach Story? This is fly fishing country. You'll find Main Street Sports and down from that the red awning of Brothers Ammo but alongside those venues you have the Beaverkill Angler,Trout Town Flies and, of course, The Trout Town Inn. Fly fishing enthusiasts have their choice of Raimondo’s, The Junction, across the street, or Kassos for Greek cuisine after being knee deep in a cold Catskills stream.
read "What's It Like to Be a Fly?" by Francis Levy, HuffPost
and watch the animation of Erotomania
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