It has been nearly 50 years since I last lived in Vermont, yet Vermont has never left me. I lived in Brandon in 1965 and 1966, across from the Neshobe Golf Course, before my father moved the family to Southern California so he could go to work in the aircraft industry. I always planned to move back to Vermont, but as things and time worked out, didn’t, but I still feel Vermont in my bones just about every day. Here is a poem that expresses some of that feeling. Vermont Locking Each afternoon now, earlier … (read more)
