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MIDDLEBURY — Friday’s boys’ basketball game at Middlebury Union High School had everything one might hope for: atmosphere, a comeback, an outcome not decided until a final shot hit the rim, coaches engaged in a chess match, an outstanding individual performance, teamwork, clutch hoops and free throws, and even solid officiating.
And for the 4-2 Tigers it offered even more: Their biggest win of the young season, 53-50, over a Fair Haven team that came in at 5-1.
BRISTOL — Heading into its second year, Hogback Community College has doubled its course offerings and is expanding beyond the realm of ecology-focused classes to incorporate courses in health, acting and even homebrewing. The first classes start later this month with some getting under way later in the spring.
Based in the five-town region around Bristol, this offshoot of Vermont Family Forests — a local nonprofit dedicated to environmental conservation — doesn’t offer grades and doesn’t have a campus.
Trying to create good paying jobs has become a national obsession. All political candidates are for it; states and cities are devising ways to promote it; and every taxpaying citizen who is underpaid and overworked (or jobless) is clamoring for better jobs — preferably near their home.
With Mitt Romney’s razor-thin victory in Iowa’s presidential caucus, what’s the most telling number? Is it 8 — the margin by which he barely beat Rick Santorum, the former senator from Pennsylvania who came out of nowhere in the past two weeks (then polling almost dead last) to surprise everyone? Is it 21 percent — the protest vote given to 75-year-old, grouchy libertarian Rep. Ron Paul of Texas? Or maybe 13 percent — the lousy showing by Newt Gingrich that landed him in a distant fourth place?
It was a day I thought would come a little later, but love sets its own time schedule.
In less than two weeks, our only daughter, Diane, will get married to her fiancé, Oshane.
Turning 50 and seeing a child get married during the same month. As if I needed further evidence that I am getting old.
Seems like only yesterday that I was writing columns in this newspaper about Diane being born, learning how to pronounce her hometown of Bristol, building fairy houses in the woods and eventually graduating from high school.