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MIDDLEBURY — For years G. Stone Motors patriarch, founder and President Gardner Stone has proudly proclaimed, “We take anything in trade” when it comes to making a deal with a customer for a new or used vehicle. As such, the business off Route 7 South in Middlebury has sealed deals with items ranging from cowboy boots to freshly baked pies.
MIDDLEBURY –– Attending college close to home has its ups and downs. One positive, according to two Middlebury Union High School grads who now attend Middlebury College, is saving quarters.
“I can get free laundry,” said Ethan Roy, a 2011 MUHS graduate who attends college a little more than a mile from home.
Roy and MUHS classmate Katie Ritter, both 19, jokingly cited going home for laundry as a plus among many other reasons why they enjoyed going to college in their hometown.
ADDISON COUNTY — The race between incumbent William Sorrell and challenger T.J. Donovan for the Democratic Party’s nomination for state attorney general was tight in Addison County, though not as tight as it was in statewide voting Tuesday. And, as in the rest of the state, Sorrell came out the winner.
I love amusement parks. And since the one thing missing from my summer thus far was a chance to spend a great deal of money while standing in line most of the day — interrupted every half hour or so by a minute of sheer terror — I insisted we take a family day trip to the Great Escape last weekend.
Health reform continues to be debated on national and state political stages. Sometimes the power of personal stories is lost in these debates. As we head toward another winter of debating health care in Montpelier I wanted to share a couple of my own experiences and ask you to share yours with me. The names in the stories below are not fictional because they all helped save my life. In an effort to be polite I have refrained from naming those who have not assisted in this effort.
Every family has had at least one since pre-historic times: A designated grill grunt to supervise the roasting of large slabs of meat over an open flame to provide nourishment for the clan. Someone raised my hand when the assignment was offered up in our family a few decades ago, and no one has yet to wrestle me for the tongs and spatula.
So with more than a few grill marks on my gun belt, I guess it made a little sense when my brother-in-law, Peter, invited me to compete in his third annual ribfest.