Archive - May 2010 - Editorial
File this one under “How Not to Introduce Yourself to the Community,” or “What Happens When an Outtatown Owner Takes Over.”
For several years, enterprising gardeners around Middlebury sought a site for a community garden. Otter Creek Brewery rode to the rescue last year, generously providing open land behind the brewery on Exchange Street for two or three dozen garden sites.
As seniors in high schools across the country approach graduation and fateful decisions about their future, it’s interesting to note that more students than ever are continuing their educations in college. It’s not surprising, as the world economy is becoming more knowledge driven and the prospects for labor-intensive jobs diminish, though the difference in wage opportunities are worth careful study by all prospective graduates.
What a difference a week can make. Two weekends ago I wore short pants while outside doing yard work. A few days later it started snowing, and it continued to snow on and off overnight until we had three or four inches of the white stuff at our house in Middlebury. Last weekend I broke out the shorts again as the temperatures climbed into the high 70s and 80s.
I’ve done it: I’ve sworn off the bottle. No, not Jim Beam — Miss Clairol.
I colored my hair for a good 15 or 20 years. But in March, when I turned 42, two things struck me: (1) Even with my pretend brunette color people are starting to suspect I’m no longer 21, and (2) the longer I dye my hair, the more pronounced the difference will be when I eventually stop.
This is the year when the heirs of the super rich bought sky-diving lessons for dad, fed him prime rib twice a day and told him, “What the heck, a third martini can’t hurt. You only live once.”
Because Congress didn’t ever get around to passing a sensible estate tax law, the old one expired and a new one isn’t due to take over until January of next year.
It is, in short, a good year to die — from an inheritor’s point of view.
Or is it?