CAPTAIN'S PHLOG 2020.04.06
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To: The Free Thinker...
I enjoyed your ROOPHLOC post and wanted to share with you an
inspiring quote I once read. Perhaps you've seen it, perhaps
not.
"Never underestimate the bandwidth of a station
wagon full of tapes hurtling down the highway."
- Andy Tanenbaum
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In South Colton New York there is a border. Not the
political kind where maps change pastel hues at a thin black
line. Nor yet the clearly defined boundary of differing
geographies. This was a border of the spirit made incarnate
by a lonely glacial boulder, Sunday Rock. This monument,
erected by the land itself, separated the Human World from
the Forest Primeval. It was told that "There was no law for
deer nor trout, and all the woods was one grand hunting
ground. In those days, it was said that beyond the rock
there was no Sunday."
Into this place, a place with it's own unique society,
rhythms and rules carelessly trod a landed gentry from far
off Gotham by the name of Dexter...
On Saturday, 19 September 1903, Orrando P. Dexter son of
Newspaper Magnate Henry Dexter was shot in the back. In the
court of public opinion, he was found guilty of being the
worst kind of wealthy jerk. Unlikely as it would seem for a
community of such a small size, the assailant was never
discovered... or at least was never named.
I will not re-tell this story. The newspapers [1] of the
time do well enough and other secondary sources [2][3] are
entertaining reads. This post is only a way to introduce you
to an interesting who-done-it from the northern wastes.
[1]
https://nyshistoricnewspapers.org/lccn/sn85054447/1903-09-26/ed-1/seq-2.pdf
[2]
https://localwiki.org/hsl/Orrando_P._Dexter
[3]
https://www.adirondackalmanack.com/2015/03/mob-rule-the-murder-of-orrando-dexter.html
