Back in my Vermont days, the decade of the 70s basically, I started out as a ski bum at Sugarbush in Warren, first as a red-vested bellhop, then a dishwasher, then a broiler cook in a decent mountain restaurant. Then came a gig as a real estate salesman/submarine sandwich purveyor (more on that combo down the road, perhaps).
Then I landed a job as a reporter for the Montpelier daily newspaper, the Times Argus. (more…)
Our plan was to get into the city mid-morning and rendezvous with my stepson and his three kids, ages 8, 4 and 2, for a visit to the American Museum of Natural History. (more…)
It became alarmingly evident some time ago that this raucous and scary run-up to the presidential nominating conventions was like no other in recent history.
There is a level of anger, name-calling, swagger and outrageous oratory — although that word hardly seems appropriate for the coarse verbal bombast being unleashed by the candidates — to make your neck hairs dance. (more…)
REPORTER FILE PHOTO | Some things never change: New Year’s Eve brings fireworks and a debate about resolutions from our columnist.
My track record on New Year’s resolutions is pathetic.
It’s not so much that I’ve failed to accomplish my self-improvement goals. I have a problem with the whole concept. (more…)
I said these words last year: I don’t need to have another traditional roasted turkey dinner on Thanksgiving for the rest of my life.
As I recall, this was not the fault of the preparers or the circumstances of last year’s feed (I should know these things yet it all blurs), but simply a feeling that this particular holiday paradigm had run its course. (more…)