Get Out of the Kitchen

I’ve lived in Vermont since just after World War II and, though I can’t count myself a Vermonter by birth, I know a thing or two about the state –… Read More

The Right to Dry

Nature conveys no rights and only a few privileges. You could be driving your country club golf cart down several square miles of manicured fairway and be struck dead by… Read More

Greenup Day: There ought’a be a law…

I’m the kind of guy that when the stress of an office job overwhelms me and the going gets rough I look longingly at physical work, like stacking a couple… Read More

Mud Season Slalom

The annual back road slalom has begun – where even the most abstemious seem to be driving under the influence of excessive drink. Some experienced drivers appear like recent arrivals… Read More

Belle Galloway, Bovine Activist

Call me Belle Galloway. I am a cow and I speak for my sisters. I am the public policy director of the VBA, the Vermont Bovine Association. My organization represents… Read More

Schadenfreude

Indulge me. Although my patient wife and editor exhorts me not to use arcane words, but to write in simple declarative English sentences, I am going to declare a holiday… Read More

Schadenfreude

Indulge me. Although my patient wife and editor exhorts me not to use arcane words, but to write in simple declarative English sentences, I am going to declare a holiday… Read More

*New York Menu to a Vermonter

I. Genesis: The Belly of the Beast: archival quality, yellow-belly tuna carved with a sashimi knife, hand-forged of alternating layers of ginger leaf and carbon steel served on bamboo. Big… Read More

*Peter Freyne Parody

Yours truly got off his duff and out of Burlap this week. Not to Saratoga but Plainfield, where we conducted an undercover investigation of accounting irregularities at the Monks of… Read More