Karl Lindholm: The indomitable El Tiante deserves to be in Hall of Fame

October 1975: I was a young secondary school teacher in Cleveland at University School, teaching English and coaching baseball and basketball (yes, I’m that old).

Living in Vermont, I take for granted that I can go on a walk among trees and fields any time I want. For the past dozen-plus years, our dog Coda has taken somebody in the family on a walk at least twice a day, year-round. When we lived in Middlebury, alt … (read more)

Standing at the edge of the Trinity River by the Rush Creek boat ramp, I watched the recently risen sun struggle to push a few beams of pale yellow light through the cotton-ball clouds rolling through the foothills of California’s Trinity Mountains.

Stepping out the front door of the National Park Inn, our eyes were drawn at once to the impressive peak of Mount Rainier straight in front of us.

I’ve been thinking about dams lately. I especially been thinking about their removal.

Some time ago, at a Reunion event at Middlebury College, I saw an older fellow sitting by himself. His badge said he was in the class of 1957. I had a question I wanted to pose to him. I introduced myself and asked, “Who was the most prominent athlete on … (read more)

It was the third and final morning to hunt with my uncle Jerry during New Hampshire’s muzzleloader season. We were working the hardwood forests on and around his land, across the Connecticut River from (but still within sight of) Vermont’s Mount Ascutney) … (read more)

The baseball, this magical orb, the actual baseball, Angell’s small miracle of design and utility, has not essentially changed in nearly a century.

It was one of those 2024 autumn afternoons in Vermont that has been so common this October. Bright foliage. Beautiful blue skies: not pale winter blue, or grayish slate, but that deep azure we might not even accept as real if presented on an oil painting. … (read more)

I must begin this column with a correction, a mea culpa. In my last column, about golfer Keegan Bradley who was born in Woodstock and spent his early years there, I declared that he was the “most prominent and accomplishment sports figure from Vermont on … (read more)

Sugar Hill Reservoir in Goshen — more commonly referred to by the name of the structure that created it, Goshen Dam — has always been one of my favorite Vermont waters to paddle a canoe and cast a fly, especially in autumn.

It was my garden and yard that kept me off the local trout streams the past few weeks, along with several trees that came down on our property during Hurricane Debbie.

Who is the most prominent and accomplished athlete or sports figure from Vermont on the national or international stage? I have my own candidate.

The boat hadn’t even left the dock for our 7 a.m., eight-hour tour of Glacier Bay in Alaska when we began to spot the sea otters. Not just one or two shy otters seen from far off, but dozens of them swimming casually past within a few dozen yards of our b … (read more)

My second night at Middlebury in the fall of 1963, I was roused from my bed after midnight and dispatched with the other freshman men to serenade the senior women from the lawn in front of Forest Hall. That night, I stood behind the biggest person I had e … (read more)