June 2nd, 2011
BRIDPORT — For many teens, life’s all about hanging out with friends, sports, getting a job and coordinating weekend festivities.
For some Addison County teens, it’s about working and helping out on the farm. Although not every person who grows up on the farm takes an interest in the field, there are those who are passionate about farming and continue the generational trend in Vermont and care for their surroundings and their future.
VERGENNES — A year after losing a heartbreaking first-round Division II home playoff game in extra innings, the No. 7 Vergennes Union High School baseball team on Tuesday won one in dramatic walk-off style.
Senior DH Andrew Lucia ripped a clutch seventh-inning single to left field, and senior co-captain Dylan Bresnick raced around from second base to score and give the Commodores a 3-2 win over No. 10 Windsor.
I don’t usually get excited about catching a nine-inch trout. At least not when the trout was almost certainly a stocked fish, and I’m fishing a favorite stretch of my home river where I’ve already caught 1,000 trout in my lifetime.
But this was different for two reasons.
Here’s a question to ponder: Can Americans afford to tip-toe gingerly into the future, or are we being flung headfirst into an era of rapid change and the challenge before us is to react as proficiently and studiously as possible to position ourselves for a more secure future?
For better or worse, the latter seems to dictate the times.
• Climate change is upon us and scientists keep shortening the window of opportunity to right the wrongs we’ve done.
The news that $154,000 will be used this summer to improve mountain biking trails within the Moosalamoo National Recreation Area is a harbinger of lucrative things to come — ifcounty-wide resources are appropriately targeted to develop the tourism potential of this growing sport.
My dad and I have a lot in common. We were both born and raised in Iowa by Roman Catholic parents. We both went to college and got post-graduate degrees. We both take pleasure in being fathers, enjoy eating peanut butter, prefer manual transmission cars.
What we don’t have in common is the news we read. And that’s not just because we have easy access to different print newspapers given the fact that he lives in Iowa and I live in Vermont.
Last weekend, our 17-year-old nephew stopped by to check out what my husband, Mark, and I were doing in the garden. (Apparently he’s never seen anyone planting potatoes with a post-hole digger, a method we picked up from The New York Times bestseller “Concrete Cornucopia: How to Grow Vegetables in Rock Hard Clay.”)
But the boy never got to the garden because on his way across the lawn, he suddenly yelled, “Snake!” and leaped backward, jumping right out of his shoes. Literally.
When I was a child, we planted the entire vegetable garden at once, over Memorial Day weekend. Finally it was warm enough to start thinking about planting, and it was a long weekend.
Warm enough, you ask? Indeed. I am talking about 45 years ago when there could be snow in Connecticut in May. Frequently there were killing frosts. So Memorial Day weekend was not only family time, for being together and honoring those who had made sacrifices for our country, but it marked the true beginning of the summer growing season.