Tonight we attended the grand reopening of the Latchis main theater. Ken Burns came to show off an episode of his new series on the Roosevelt presidents.

As always with Burns’s films, there’s a lot of detail, indeed there are seemingly few details left out. He is equally thoughtful in the Q&A, affording me a chance to post this note during the answer to only a couple of questions.

On the plus side, however, I think this is the first time I’ve ever heard anybody use the word ‘hagiographic’ in real life…

And the theater? Looks great, especially the new lighting on the murals and statues, and the new seats are comfy! Now all we have to do is find the one seat that has our names on a little brass plaque.

Vote for Horwitz

A very long time ago for a marriage that ended pretty quickly, this guy gave Lee a nice Royal Doulton serving dish. Now he’s running for cover… Er, i mean, running for office.

Crowell Park

Crowell Park is the proposed site of our forthcoming skatepark. But… the tussle over where to locate and how to pay for the park seems to have been going on for years.

The skatepark debate has gone on on almost as long as it took to open a Wal-Mart

Update November 8: They’ve given up on this site, and it’s back to basics for BASIC.

This wasn’t taken in Brattleboro but I’m glad to learn that the duct tape school of auto repair has adherents in other places.

What a fine set of initials you have!

Yesterday, at the world’s greatest highway rest stop and tourist info center (who knew people even measured that sort of thing?), we got this brochure for Johnson State College up in northern Vermont.

Leaf-peep-alooza: Morris Dancing

We’ve blogged about the joys and perils of Morris Dancing before. But, perhaps we don’t have the storytelling skill to really convey the essence of this pastime… Perhaps our skill with words just isn’t up to the task. Perhaps, if we ever had it, we’ve lost the ability to write without irony or judgment or snark.

Luckily, we live in an age where pictures are easy and video of everything from elevator ascents to rushing waters can be captured in real time.

Today in Shelburne Falls, we parked and heard the unmistakable and intoxicating sound of a concertina and jingle bells… and so now you can see for yourself.

Leaf-peep-alooza: chance encounters

As we were sitting in Shelburne Falls sipping our brunch drinks, we got a call from our dear friends BADCo, who happened to be in the neighborhood. Wow! So, we got together for a beer and the Special Ploughman platter at the People’s Pint and caught up… wonderful to see them enjoying their new empty-nester lives.

We walked along Main St. in Greenfield, which frankly is pretty dead on a Sunday afternoon. However, the antique mall was open. We didn’t find anything we needed to buy, but we got this picture.

I’m pretty sure this shot will go viral and catapult me to Internet fame and ad-revenue fortune, because it is ironic and yet has an underlying serious message about Exploitation. And expresses my angst. Ironically.

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