Four more years

This week, we celebrated our 1-year anniversary in the 802. And yesterday we joined in a 4-year anniversary celebration with 50.5% of the rest of the country. I am in Chicago for a work meeting and I got to see the President’s motorcade yesterday and the cheering throngs marching in the street last night.

Another cycle begins. Brattleboro works on a very predictable annual rhythm, so now we get to do the things we missed last year, redo the the things we liked, and maybe ignore one or two events we tried out in the last 12 months. We have more new friends, there are some new businesses and restaurants around town, we still have plenty of construction to do: whatever happens this year it won’t be boring.

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As Hurricane Sandy lumbers across New Jersey and heads for us tonight, these power lines seemed like the right image to capture. If there are problems here in B’boro it will be because we haven’t gotten around to burying them yet.

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Besides a collection of impossibly tall skinny blond youth looking as coolly smug as only those with a state- run health system can look, these are some of the other faces of Stockholm: August, King Vasa, Astrid, and St. Goran.

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Ice Bar with Brian and Carol. They don’t even really bother to sell you a second drink after the cover charge one.

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Me and a graffiti covered cell tower on a hill overlooking Stockholm. I misjudged the timer and was reaching for the camera when it took the shot, but maybe the accidental action shot is better anyway.

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At The Works, on the Kids Board, we get a glimpse inside somebody else’s world. I think a lot of people probably fall for Lucinda’s long strawberry-scented hair and blue eyes, but Gerald’s got a better smile and thinks more deeply about the issues of the day.

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With Dad and Judith at the Scott and Helen Nearing plaque in Winhall, near the base of Stratton Mountain. Just up the road, we saw the stone buildings they built by hand before decamping to Maine in 1952. The Nearings were a big influence on Dad.

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