An unhappy tragedy forced me to alter my route. That change rekindled a respect for Greater Western New Yorkers. It’s a respect those who limit their travels between the New York City-Albany axis sorely need to remember. These were the thoughts that emerged as I followed both natural and manmade paths through America’s First Frontier? Read this week’s Carosa Commentary “The Back Roads Of Morocco Greater Western New York” and experience the same feelings of those patriots in Sullivan’s Campaign.
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