A year and a half ago, my wife, Deborah, bought an Extractigator. What on earth is an Extractigator? The short answer is that it’s a device for yanking plants (think shrubs or small trees) out of the ground, roots and all.
In the quarterfinals of the NESCAC women’s basketball tournament on Feb. 17, Middlebury was down by four in the third quarter to the dreaded Amherst Mammoths.
The phrase “wicked problems” has been around since at least the early 1970s. It refers to challenges that typically have no correct solution, but only different options of tradeoffs and costs: problems for which any proposed solution will have likely nega … (read more)
Earlier this week, my wife and I took our two-year-old grandson B to the ECHO Leahy Center for Lake Champlain to see some fishes and turtles and frogs and snakes.
The school was abuzz when I arrived. Students crowded around me, their enthusiasm barely contained. I was their English teacher and coach — and on this day in February 1975 their hero and exemplar.
Mike Leonard and Scott Langerman are friends — friends and colleagues. Together, they offered a Winter Term course at Middlebury College this January, “Sports and Society: How Sports Transcend Their Sidelines.”
It was early January 2018, a year we actually had winter. Our Christmas present to our three sons that year was taking them and their significant others on a three-day, two-night, lodge-to-lodge cross-country ski trip at the Appalachian Mountain Club prop … (read more)
Vermonters may have woken up on June 6, 1912, thinking it was a normal day.
There is something magical about sitting atop a ledge looking out over a lake, river, canyon or even just a swath of undeveloped landscape.
“People learn best when information enters through their peripheral vision, out of the corner of their eye … through stories.”
Cornwall’s Roth “T” Tall, consummate Baltimore Oriole fan, opened the Rotary Club meeting at Rosie’s Restaurant with a eulogy for Brooks Robinson.
I will admit that it’s a bleak Monday morning. Between the rain and the low clouds, I can barely see the hills a half mile from my house. The nearby cornfield looks like one vast puddle.
In the tenth grade, Edie MacAusland started ski racing at the Franconia Ski Club. At a race at the Snow Bowl, she stole a bib and hung it in her bedroom “as a source of inspiration.”
For the past few weeks, I’ve been doing the sitting-in-the-woods-waiting-for-large-game-to-pass sort of waiting.
I’ve been spending a fair bit of time in the woods lately in my annual attempt to harvest local free-range, antibiotic-free venison.
