Brattleboro, the Latchis group decided, would be a man, possibly who cross dressed.
He would be fiercely independent, he would love local food and he would be old, and not as open-minded as he thinks he is.
Brattleboro, the man, would also be spiritual but not religious, never satisfied, over-educated and under-employed and he would be friendly but not receptive to change.

After the puppet show we went to the grocery store, where they have a kiosk set up for you to donate to local schools. I like how The Grammar School is ready instilling a sense of librarianship in its young charges.

I’m glad that someone finally finished the sentence on this placard in the town parking garage.

I’m not sure if a highly produced and corporate sponsored politico-cinematographic statement piece qualifies as a quirky vehicle or not… but here’s the Fagbug, in town last night for Gallery Walk.

Now that’s graffiti.
UPDATE: turns out there’s more to the story, thank you Google…
Previously tagged and blogged somewhere else.

This bumper sticker has been seen around for years. Now it’s true…
On the one hand, the anti nuke crowd hopes we’ll be safer. On the other, 600+ of the best jobs in the area gone.
For my part, I think I’m safer when the nuclear material is generating a bunch of money instead of just laying around corroding stuff.

Housewarming at Nicole’s cute condo

Lake Massasecum
We went out to Eileen and John’s place on the lake today, had a wonderful time with their family. Lee and I both got up on water skis, she on one, me on two, after a long absence. What a lot of fun!

In Brattleboro, it’s ok to fix your Honda Insight with duct tape, as long as it’s red duct tape.

Morning fog lifting off the river behind the Merchants Bank building.