Subscribers Sought: Novel about the Whitcomb Summit - $5 (North Adams)

The Whitcomb Summit: A Dishwasher's Tale

Where to read: gregorylewis.substack.com

*Apologies for my absence. I was dangerously sick the whole month of February, and it set me back. I have returned to my typewriter!

New story arcs in progress! These will probably introduce provocative and racy images, so reader beware. Mature audiences, only, and all that.

Two new chapters, "Summer" and "Bikers and Gypsies" uploaded.

This novel is what some might call a live sauce. You get to read the story in process. When it is complete, hopefully it will also be perfectly edited.

Recently published: Summer (15) The "15" refers to my age that summer. There will probably be a 16, 17, and lastly, an 18. I did work at the Summit briefly when I was 19, but by then it had changed hands. The Canedy family no longer owned or operated it, and so the story of the Whitcomb Summit ends there for me.


Where: Find my story on Substack at gregorylewis.substack.com
The first chapters have been free to the general public, but donations won't be refused.

The novel will be written serially. The first installment, The Summer Job, is already posted.

Each chapter will be between 500 and 700 words, not too big, not too small.

This story tells what the Whitcomb Summit was like almost 50 years ago. My magnum opus, it is a labor of love. After picking it up in fits and starts over the years, I think the only way I can iron it out coherently and chronographically is to do it on Substack. I have a lot to tell, and not in a bitter, self-serving way. I genuinely want to relive my years at "The Summit." No sour-grapes (well, maybe just a little). My years as a dishwasher at the Whitcomb Summit Restaurant and Motel were interesting because of the other people I write about, not myself. The Whitcomb Summit is completely demolished. The gift shop, quanset hut, viewing tower, cottages, bar, game room, wool shop, and swimming pool are all gone. The only thing that remains is the two story motel building, and even that is showing its age. The property goes by a new name, and most of the old timers from those years are deceased now. In fact, I think I have become the old timer.


Q: What is your story about?
A coming of age story about working at an icon every bit as classically Americana as A&W root beer stands and drive-in theaters, the Whitcomb Summit resort in the mid-to-late 1970s. Young love, vice, heartbreak with the world passing through them like a gatekeeper, all rolled up in a riveting and on the balance truthful narrative. It may be cliche, but that was a more innocent time in America. Gas, cigarettes, beer, houses and sex were all cheap. People took road trips, especially in the autumn. The Mohawk Trail was specially made for just these kinds of recreational excursions.

Q: Who's in the story?
A large cast of characters, which includes a biker gang, a band of gypsies (really!), a doctor from Manhattan, sexy waitresses, a fat cook, a grouchy bartender, and the kindest, most endearing old money family that has ever shaped my world view of the wealthy class.

Q: Why would I want to read it?
If you were in the vicinity or in the era, you may identify with the historical context of the mid to late '70s. You can even compare notes. If you're too young to have been there, well, maybe it will help you understand your parents a little better.

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