Andy Kirkaldy's blog
As many times as I’ve been there, close to a half-dozen, maybe, I’m still not sure how to find the Birds of Vermont Museum in Huntington.
What I can say to anyone with even a passing interest in birds, nature or carving is that it is worth picking up an atlas (old school) or going online (non-Luddite) and learning how to get to the remote, gravel-surfaced byway of Sherman Hollow Road, where the museum may be found.
The entwined subjects of immigration and race have always hit home in our household.
Technically, I’m an immigrant, based on the laws in effect when I was 14 back in the late 1960s. My dad was born in England, my mom in Massachusetts, and I was born in England. I had to choose between England and the United States. I chose here; my dad already had.
My wife’s dad is also first-generation Irish, and one of our sisters-in-law is a first-generation immigrant. And let’s just say that our extended family is diverse.
I know envy is one of those deadly sins, but I can’t help it. Other columnists can write pieces about their smart, charming and funny pets. Or heartwarming pieces about growing up with dogs and finding just the right one now, like my colleague Katie. That helped her win a New England Newspaper and Press Association Rookie of the Year prize.
I’m not jealous of that award. She earned it, and it’s a little late for the particular honor for me. (See picture.) But the topic? That would be nice.