copyright the Chronicle September 30, 2015
by Tena Starr
Writer Howard Mosher landed in Orleans County in 1964. He and his wife, Phillis, were in their twenties, schoolteachers looking for work, and they both ended up with jobs at what was then Orleans High School.
They were in the village searching for the school, their new place of employment, on a day when the streets were all but deserted. They noticed two men engaged in a fistfight on the railroad tracks. Mr. Mosher, astonished today at his audacity, interrupted the fight by rolling down his car window and asking if the gentlemen could tell him where the school was.
They could do better than that, they said. They could show him. Blind drunk, Mr. Mosher said, the pair piled into the back seat of the car and proceeded to take them on a meandering tour of Orleans, eventually finding the school.
Mission accomplished, the two men got out and wandered off, arms around… To read the rest of this article, and all the Chronicle‘s stories, subscribe:
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