Archive - Sep 2013
VERGENNES — Vergennes police dealt with a variety of issues in a busy week between Sept. 16 and 22.
In that time frame, city police:
• On Sept. 16 dealt with a dispute between two women and a man angry because a car had been parked in his driveway. Police said the woman who owned the car thought the home was not occupied, and both women were upset because they felt threatened by the man’s behavior. Police said they are considering charging the man with disorderly conduct.
I was tired after teaching my third class last Tuesday, and I felt like going home and resting. But instead of heading for the comforts of home, I went to the middle school, along with hundreds of other people. Most of us were there because we oppose the pipeline that would carry fracked gas through Addison County on route to International Paper in Ticonderoga, N.Y.
MIDDLEBURY — Middlebury police cited Thomas Husk, 54, of Middlebury for three counts of disorderly conduct, following an investigation in the North Pleasant Street area on Sept. 22. Police said three people reported being harassed by Husk, and they also alleged that he had been hitting someone’s car.
Police said they measured Husk’s blood-alcohol content at 0.215 percent and took him into protective custody. For the sake of comparison, the legal limit for driving is 0.08 percent.
In other action last week, Middlebury police:
It happened once before, a long time ago.
In the summer of 1966, the Red Sox were a bad team. They finished in ninth place with 72 wins and 90 losses, 26 games behind Baltimore, who won the AL pennant and then swept the Dodgers in the Series.
The following year, as many will recall, was the so-called “Impossible Dream” season. With new manager Dick Williams barking orders and Carl Yastrzemski playing out of his mind, the Red Sox were 92-70, won the AL pennant, and took the Cards to seven games in the World Series.
Heading into the fall, my husband, Mark, and I decided we’d like to make a year’s supply of hard cider. The task required little more than a huge amount of apples, tons of time and the proper equipment. Over the next couple of weeks we picked a lot of apples — I lost count, but let’s say 14,052 — from our four trees and procured a vintage but working meat grinder that served admirably to grind the apples into a fine pomace, which we then made into cider with a press Mark had built several years ago.
I’ve grown accustomed to seeing a lot of different cars, trucks, motorcycles, tractors and even deer chugging out of our dirt road and exiting onto Plank Road in Bristol during the past 20 years.
But what I saw a week ago Friday caused me to do a double take. No, make that a triple take.
Mid-way into my turn I found myself braking for none other than the Three Little Pigs, who had mounted a successful porcine prison break from their fenced-in house of sticks at our neighbors’ place.
The Poet: Deb Chadwick, a retired social worker, began writing poems to deal with an important loss, and then continued because she fell in love with the written word. She is a member of the Poetry Society of Vermont.
The Poem: Poets are not generally calm and peaceful people, protected from pain. Life is painful, and we need to share that pain … not for sympathy alone, but for the recognition of our common humanity. Poets and non-poets alike seek community. Poets are blest, or cursed, with a need to share, and to share dramatically … in words!