can meet you there and buy you the best lunch you’ve had in years.” I offered. Mickey gets up so early every day for work that lunch is his big family, and talking, meal.
“That’s nice, Tyler, I will be coming up in a few weeks to deal with some of the aftermath of the last few days, but I’ll also be coming up to Saranac Lake for a visit after I finish up, and I expect you to do the right thing and talk with me about how you were able to rescue me.” I heaved a deep internal sigh, and tried to imagine how I could dodge his questions.
“And don’t waste time trying to aim that great melon of yours at the problem of dodging my questions. I’ve known you all of your life, and you’re a horrible liar. You had something to do with fixing that creep up in Malone a couple of years ago. You were into something last summer which has had an impact on you physically, the range of motion in your left arm and shoulder is diminished, and you’re too thin. You were able to come up with some solution to my problem in seconds after hearing about it.”
Mickey, what you’re saying is …” He cut me off.
“Stop. I’ve always known that your mind works differently … if you’ve found a way to make that work for you, and also help people, I’m all for it. I just need to know what it is, and that you approach what you do with some form of moral compass, or a reasonable facsimile.”
I don’t think that I necessarily do have a moral compass, but my actions always make sense to me, and are based on my understanding of the situation and the preservation/restoration of order, as I see it … I hoped that would be enough for Mickey.
“OK Mickey, just tell me when, and I’ll make sure that I’m in town and presentable. You can meet my dog, Hope, then too.”
“Sounds good Tyler, I’ll call you next week when I know more.” We ended the call in our usual way, “Love you, boy!” Mickey said, with a slightly thick voice.
“Love you too, Mickey.” I answered.
I filled up the Element, picked up some road and camping food, and headed for a chunk of State Forest Preserve I’d been wanting to explore. I set up camp, made a big campfire ( mostly for Frank’s sake, so that when I ran into him tomorrow morning, I’d smell like camping ), enjoyed a few hours of quiet and cold and dark ( unlike anything that could be found in Syracuse ), and then climbed into my hammock, happy to be back in the woods, back in the Park, back in my world.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Jamie Sheffield lives in the Adirondack Park with his wife and son and two dogs, Miles and Puck. When he's not writing mysteries, he's probably camping or exploring the last great wilderness in the Northeast. He has been a Special Education Teacher in the Lake Placid Central School District for the last fifteen years. Besides writing, Jamie loves cooking and reading and dogs and all manner of outdoor pursuits.
Look for his debut novel
"Here Be Monsters"
and
Follow the ongoing adventures of Tyler Cunningham
and other works by the author.
Visit Jamie Sheffield’s website:
www.jamiesheffield.com
and his Amazon.com Author Page:
http://www.amazon.com/Jamie-Sheffield/e/B00AVJVYHS
“That’s nice, Tyler, I will be coming up in a few weeks to deal with some of the aftermath of the last few days, but I’ll also be coming up to Saranac Lake for a visit after I finish up, and I expect you to do the right thing and talk with me about how you were able to rescue me.” I heaved a deep internal sigh, and tried to imagine how I could dodge his questions.
“And don’t waste time trying to aim that great melon of yours at the problem of dodging my questions. I’ve known you all of your life, and you’re a horrible liar. You had something to do with fixing that creep up in Malone a couple of years ago. You were into something last summer which has had an impact on you physically, the range of motion in your left arm and shoulder is diminished, and you’re too thin. You were able to come up with some solution to my problem in seconds after hearing about it.”
Mickey, what you’re saying is …” He cut me off.
“Stop. I’ve always known that your mind works differently … if you’ve found a way to make that work for you, and also help people, I’m all for it. I just need to know what it is, and that you approach what you do with some form of moral compass, or a reasonable facsimile.”
I don’t think that I necessarily do have a moral compass, but my actions always make sense to me, and are based on my understanding of the situation and the preservation/restoration of order, as I see it … I hoped that would be enough for Mickey.
“OK Mickey, just tell me when, and I’ll make sure that I’m in town and presentable. You can meet my dog, Hope, then too.”
“Sounds good Tyler, I’ll call you next week when I know more.” We ended the call in our usual way, “Love you, boy!” Mickey said, with a slightly thick voice.
“Love you too, Mickey.” I answered.
I filled up the Element, picked up some road and camping food, and headed for a chunk of State Forest Preserve I’d been wanting to explore. I set up camp, made a big campfire ( mostly for Frank’s sake, so that when I ran into him tomorrow morning, I’d smell like camping ), enjoyed a few hours of quiet and cold and dark ( unlike anything that could be found in Syracuse ), and then climbed into my hammock, happy to be back in the woods, back in the Park, back in my world.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Jamie Sheffield lives in the Adirondack Park with his wife and son and two dogs, Miles and Puck. When he's not writing mysteries, he's probably camping or exploring the last great wilderness in the Northeast. He has been a Special Education Teacher in the Lake Placid Central School District for the last fifteen years. Besides writing, Jamie loves cooking and reading and dogs and all manner of outdoor pursuits.
Look for his debut novel
"Here Be Monsters"
and
Follow the ongoing adventures of Tyler Cunningham
and other works by the author.
Visit Jamie Sheffield’s website:
www.jamiesheffield.com
and his Amazon.com Author Page:
http://www.amazon.com/Jamie-Sheffield/e/B00AVJVYHS
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