Archive - Nov 2010
MIDDLEBURY — Kristin and Damian Bittrolf trace their roots back to Ireland, Lithuania and Portugal, and more recently, to Cape Cod and Boston, Mass.
Six days a week, though, the couple dishes up pieces of another culture entirely: They sell burritos from Green-go’s, their food cart in Frog Hollow Alley, just off of Main Street in downtown Middlebury.
The two make no claims to authenticity — but they say that’s not necessarily what their customers are looking for. Damian said they have coined their own term for this hybrid cuisine: “Ver-Mexican.”
By any measure imaginable, the celebration of the Cross Street Bridge opening this past Saturday was phenomenal. The procession of events was flawless and packed with energy; the coordination with the ‘Spooktacular’ Halloween events perfect; the food vendors’ tent was welcomed by all for nourishment and warmth; the speeches were short; the procession of honors well deserved; the music was entertaining and the ending fireworks, absolutely spectacular.
This past Saturday marked my grandpa’s 80th birthday. Born just shy of Halloween, my grandpa, James Hilmes — or Jim, before I knew him — celebrated his big day in Hays, Kan., surrounded by my extended family.
For Governor-elect Peter Shumlin on this post election Wednesday in Vermont, the sun is shining and the mood is upbeat. The Democrat won a narrow race for the state’s top spot and he will be greeted by a Legislature firmly in the control of his party on a scale Vermont has not seen since the domineering days of the Republican Party several decades ago.
THETFORD — Buoyed by a win by their top runner and a strong performance by their No. 5 athlete, the Middlebury Union High School boys’ cross-country runners claimed a 39-point win in Saturday’s Division II cross-country race at Thetford Academy.
The Tigers scored 58 points to second-place Missisquoi’s 97, with U-32 (109), Woodstock (110), Harwood (114) and Mount Abraham (185) rounding out the top six.
The woman standing next to me in the dairy aisle didn’t share my enthusiasm.
She seemed not to understand she was witnessing one of my greatest personal triumphs.
She did not congratulate me; in fact, she told me not to hug her ever again.
She didn’t care that there, on the bottom shelf next to the butter, lay proof that my voice had been heard.
Stonyfield had listened to me.
Yes, this is a tale of yogurt and the power of free speech, two things I’m in favor of but rarely think about simultaneously. Through my input, I effected meaningful change in the yogurt industry.
The fish was huge. From 30 yards away, I could see its body waving below two feet of current on the gravel river bottom. It was another angler who pointed it out to me.
“It’s gotta be 30 inches long,” he said. “I cast to it for a while, but I couldn’t get it to take.”
This is the fifth in a second series of essays and reflections about politics and the moral life. The themes of the essays are drawn from Plato’s “Laws,” his last and longest philosophical dialogue written shortly before his death in 347 B.C. “Laws” is a fictional account of a conversation involving three old men with long experience in politics: Cleinias, from the Cretan city of Cnossos; Megillus, from Sparta; and an Athenian stranger who is not named, but who may be Plato himself.