Karl Lindholm: Who is Art Pepin — to me?

Art Pepin had a big personality, was affable in the extreme: a raconteur; a crooner — he loved to sing and recite whole poems from memory (Frost’s “Birches,” for example). He said he was in the “business of making friends.”

Karl Lindholm: Kitty, Tony, Minnie, Gil, Bud & Buck: About time!

We now have a Vermonter in the Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown.

Matthew Dickerson: Ode to snow (and an outdoor center)

My wife and I bought our seasons passes for the Rikert Nordic Center today. In truth, it was more of a step of hope than one based on the present reality.

Karl Lindholm: Midd hoop: Here we go again

When the note came across my computer that the college was shutting down early for the holiday break, the Thursday before the last day of classes and the week prior to exams, I was dismayed.

Matthew Dickerson: Wilderness survival not always the toughest test

The idea of wilderness survival is certainly appealing to me, mostly because wilderness itself is appealing.

Karl Lindholm: Remember me now: Ken Burton

There have been many great athletes from Middlebury Union High School over the decades, and Ken Burton has to be in the very top tier.

Matthew Dickerson: Local, free-range, and antibiotic-free

“Any luck?” It’s a common question one hears when fishing. I’m sure I’ve asked it as often as I’ve heard it.

Karl Lindholm: Caroline Leary Dowd – a free spirit and fierce competitor

Heart. Determination. Relentlessness. Effort. Caroline Leary Dowd, class of 1992 at Middlebury College, had all these capabilities in abundance.

Matthew Dickerson: Of lost ice and changing seasons

I don’t remember the exact year when I first drilled holes in the ice and set up tip-ups, beginning a longstanding tradition of ice fishing in Maine the first few days of every new year.

Karl Lindholm: Saward’s remarkable ‘coaching tree’

What is perhaps most striking about Dave Saward’s soccer career is his “coaching tree,” that is, the extraordinary number of his players who have decided to pursue a career in coaching and have succeeded at such a high level.

Matthew Dickerson: Ducks on a pond, and other memories

We parked the Jeep on the edge of the old unmaintained Class VI road running through the town forest.

Karl Lindholm: Dave Morey: ‘Middlebury’s Miracle Mentor’

Nine years before his crowning achievement at Bates, Dave Morey’s Middlebury team “defeated” the other national powerhouse, Harvard, 6-6, before 25,000 fans in Harvard Stadium.

Matthew Dickerson: Reflections from an October paddle

The chill air bit into our hands and cheeks as we reached the far shore of the lake and turned the canoe into the wind. “Let’s be careful,” my wife said.

Matthew Dickerson: Ian and the Clyde River

At the annual gathering of the Outdoor Writers Association of America, I signed up for fly fishing on the Clyde River, a tributary of the transnational Lake Memphremagog.

Karl Lindholm: An exhilarating return: Bates-Middlebury

Last Saturday, I ventured to the Middlebury-Bates football game, the first athletic event at the college I have attended in more than year and a half.