Since I’ve posted about cold and snow recently, I thought I had better show you the end result of the most recent winter storm that came through northern Vermont. We got about a foot, or perhaps a little more as the snow had had a little time to compress by the time I took the photo above. It’s… Read More »
How you know that you’ve got the “Vermont” zap on your brain: you look out the window and see this much snow and go “eh, we didn’t get very much.”
I am very stupid in certain ways. I live in a snowy northern clime (northern Vermont) but my Southern upbringing makes me want to get up in the morning, put on a t-shirt, underwear, and shorts and wander around the house barefoot all day. There typically comes a point where I realize that continual boosting of the thermostat… Read More »
So obviously tonight’s a Jeppson’s Malort kind of night (my team, the Georgia Bulldogs, having pooched it in the Sugar Bowl), and when I went to find the four minibottles remaining in my pack of six, I COULDN’T FIND THEM.[spacer height=”20px”] I was left with several alternatives, all worrisome or outright frightening:[spacer height=”20px”] some thief had broken in… Read More »
I am fifty-seven years old. I realize that I graduated high school FORTY YEARS AGO. I’m old, thankyouverymuch. I don’t have children. I have, realistically, next to no idea what they teach kids in schools these days, nor how they go about teaching it. I assume computers and the Internet are involved. There are probably apps that the… Read More »
Twenty-five years ago tonight. Y2K. In late 1999 I was working as a technical trainer at a software company (the same one I’m working for today, in fact, just under another name). Our workforce had been divided into four groups — people who would work 8 pm to 8 am Tuesday through Thursday, people who would work 8… Read More »
I’m 56 — but yesterday a dental technician from Russia told me I looked MUCH younger and didn’t believe me until I showed her my drivers license. I took that with a massive grain of salt inasmuch as she also shared with me that two standard Russian cures for anemia are:[spacer height=”20px”] drive a rusty nail into an apple and… Read More »
I’m a town delegate to the Vermont Democratic Convention next weekend. We will be, among other things, electing our delegates to the national convention. People have to file to be state delegate candidates and we vote next weekend. (Regardless of how the votes come out, the slate must be gender-balanced and so on, so it’s possible for someone… Read More »
When I was 22 or so, my mother noted reddened areas on the backs of my arms which I hesitantly explained were rug burns (the result of extensive fooling around in my girlfriend’s individual office) and looked at me and said “Joel, do you know how to get a girl pregnant?” I said “Yes.” She said “Don’t.” And… Read More »
Little things that pop into one’s head unbidden department: the heavyset Russian guy with the diamond pinky rings who wound up sharing a hot tub with us on our first (Western Caribbean) cruise in 2004. He did not appear to speak any English and we certainly didn’t speak Russian and we didn’t know him from Adam’s off ox,… Read More »