Archive - Jun 2013
SOUTH PLATTSBURGH, N.Y. — Middlebury racecar driver Todd Stone won one race and finished fourth in another on Saturday at South Plattsburgh’s Airborne Speedway to pad his Modified point lead.
Stone drove the G. Stone Motors No. 1x to his second win of the season in the completion of a race that had been halted by rain the week before, and then started 12th and placed fourth in the Della Auto/Subway 30-lap main event that followed.
Another seismic swift in the Middlebury landscape has landed on the town’s doorstep after several months of study and determination yielded a mutually beneficial and generous response to the town by Middlebury College and that board of trustees. It’s a proposal, as always, that requires a studied review, but it shouldn’t take long to discern its financial advantages to town taxpayers.
What they’ll find is the offer resolves several major hurdles the town was facing — all with the least impact on town taxes.
I had kept abreast of his life during the past three years very impersonally and from afar, through Facebook. I didn’t know how to break the ice, because the last time I saw Charlie, he was in diapers making mayhem. Now in his mid-20s, I learned that Charlie was still making some mayhem — though thankfully not of the law-breaking variety, just through his rock band and other youthful pursuits.
Typically, it’s reassuring when people who know more than you agree with your point of view.
On June 8 I was covering the Vergennes-U-32 quarterfinal softball game when someone with a more than casual interest showed up, Otter Valley coach Pattie Candon. Candon’s Otters had a potential semifinal matchup with the winner of that Saturday game, and was scouting.
HIGH SCHOOL SPORTS
6/11 #2 MUHS vs. #3 MAU .......... 16-8
6/11 #2 OV vs. #3 Lamoille........ 8-1
6/10 #2 Lyndon vs. #7 OV....................... 2-0
6/12 #3 VUHS vs. #2 Lyndon.......................... 4-0
We all remember that first car.
Mine was a 1970 VW Bug, bought at Weybridge Garage in 1974. The yellow paint was fading, and it already had 90,000 miles and several pounds of Vermont rust on it.
But it was a Bug for sale at a time when Bugs were so cool as to seem nearly a legal mandate for a young man in his early 20s.
“I’ll believe it when I see it!”
As a child, I became familiar with that expression. It might have had something to do with my walking into the house with muddy sneakers for the billionth time. Or my incessant insistence from the backseat of the station wagon that my sister was on my side — she crossed the line! At times like these, my mother would give me a look and offer a well-earned corrective. Before the bench of maternal justice, I’d offer guaranteed forecasts of better behavior. The Judge looked hopeful, if unconvinced.