Release the eelhead!

I was born on Long Island near the city, was a kid of mischievous ways, and was always up to no good. If I stayed on L.I. I would have taken a different course in life. Near the city, I had all the temptations one could ever need. Cars and summer homes were easy illegal targets to gain possession of and enjoy the weekends with friends. We would party without adult supervision and sneak off into the village with fake I.D.s to drink in a bar where movies were filmed back in the 1970s. That changed in 1990. Then suddenly, the announcement to us was that we were moving upstate. I was crushed! “What in hell was in upstate New York? Surely not any fun” that I can think of. I was to leave my beach behind and move to Podunk, nowhere full of cow shit. I thought hell no to myself at the time. I still remember riding up there with my stepdad and mom to look at some shitty house just outside Deposit, NY. It was an old farmhouse, and it had been a while since anyone lived in it. Beams were ...