Archive - Jul 2010
July 29th
MIDDLEBURY — Bill Shafer’s business plan for Middlebury’s Marquis Theater will come into sharper focus at the end of this month, when he is scheduled to own and operate a specialized digital movie projection systems that he said will take 3-D viewing to the next level.
BRISTOL — July in Bristol isn’t complete without the 5-kilometer race, country music radio and silent auction of the Three Day Stampede.
Over the past 17 years, the Stampede, which is an annual weekend fund-raiser for cystic fibrosis research, has raised over $1 million.
SALISBURY — One of the late Fletcher “Buster” Brush’s many civic goals was to bring new vitality and identity to the Salisbury Village Cemetery, a small historic burial site behind the community’s old town hall.
Raspberries are in and I find myself wishing, just briefly, that I had a larger piece of land on which to garden. This happens three times a year: during asparagus season, the beginning of potato season, and now, when the berries are actually in.
What I really want is what my friend George had down in Connecticut: a berry house. Loosely constructed of rough-hewn timbers with a door on hinges, the walls and roof were cloaked with chicken wire stretched tight like a skin.
With Vermont’s Aug. 24 primary coming into sharper focus, it’s interesting to observe the public’s reluctance to change.
CASTLETON — Despite another fine regular season, the Addison County American Legion baseball team came up short in the Vermont tournament for the second straight summer this past weekend, when two upsets at Castleton State College sent AC home early.
On Friday, Southern Division No. 3 seed Brattleboro edged AC, the Northern No. 2 seed, 3-1. On Saturday, North No. 4 Colchester eliminated AC from the double elimination tournament, 12-2.
MIDDLEBURY — On the morning of Aug. 6, 1945, 13-year-old Shigeko Sasamori was within two miles of the epicenter of the atomic bomb’s blast in Hiroshima. She, along with her schoolmates and many other schoolchildren in the Japanese city, was clearing away the rubble of buildings demolished to create escape paths in case of firebombing in the city.
Raspberries are in and I find myself wishing, just briefly, that I had a larger piece of land on which to garden. This happens three times a year: during asparagus season, the beginning of potato season, and now, when the berries are actually in.
What I really want is what my friend George had down in Connecticut: a berry house. Loosely constructed of rough-hewn timbers with a door on hinges, the walls and roof were cloaked with chicken wire stretched tight like a skin.
