Looking down from my United Airlines window shortly after takeoff from Burlington I’m able to discern Rosslyn’s waterfront and backland, recognizable despite distortion caused by the crazed, milky portal bless. My eye-in-the-sky perspective of Essex, New York (and our Adirondack Coast “home sweet home”) tickled a lyric into my mind, and before I knew it I was humming Phillip Phillips’ catchy tune “Home”. With belated apologies to the stranger seated beside me, I hummed most of the lyrics, but it was impossible not to voice the refrain: “‘Cause I’m gonna make this place your home…”