Literary Adventures: There Isn’t a Train I Wouldn’t Take

by Saxon Henry

As summer wanes, I hop on a Metro North train bound for Croton-on-Hudson where I hope to glean sensory details for a book I’m writing. I decided to take the local to linger and write as I trundled along beside the watery vein of the Hudson River. I am following a path Edna St. Vincent Millay took ninety years before as she scampered to Mt. Airy where friends were gathered, falling for the man she would marry on a warm day in July as they played a game of charades—a day very much...