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The View From the Last House in America
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Essays on life and treasure hunting on the Vermont/Quebec border.
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What's That Wet, Cracking Sound?
No, not the fallen branches underfoot in the woods this time of year - something else... Oh, it's the first of October and that sound must be the hearts of those millions of northeasterners who... Observations from an odd vantage point: the Verm...
I Am Glad I Got Those Gloves
What would I do with 32 pairs of size 6.5 to 7 ladies gloves (a size too small for me), in various colors? I haven't worn gloves since my mother put them on me for Easter in 1968 (I was three).... Observations from an odd vantage point: the Vermont ...
More Outdoor Contemporary Art; The Union Jack Flies Over Vermont
Hey Woolfoot. What did you do today? Glad you asked. It was Sunday, and an auction day. Luckily, the Understudy was invited to a birthday party in Morrisville. Westfield, home of my beloved Degre... Observations from an odd vantage point: the Vermo...
These Are A Few of My Favorite Things...
This line occurred to me this AM when I saw this: A tree, a rock, ferns, leaves and BONUS, moss, all within about one square meter. Maisy and I got up and out for a walk on Jay Peak this... Observations from an odd vantage point: the Vermont s...
A Dog, A Boy, House Paint, Caramel Syrup and a Kitchen Floor - Does this Title Even Need A Verb?
At the risk of channeling Erma Bombeck, I just had to share a little domestic experience that we enjoyed here at the Last House this afternoon. Let me begin at the beginning. We got this dog back... Observations from an odd vantage point: the Ver...
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