In which we find ourselves in another part of the world
From the right angle it almost looked like these were hooked up.
The duality of Brattleboro is nicely encapsulated here: if you have two vehicles, or two sides in argument, or two entertainment options, or two anythings, it’s likely there’s a Prius and a plow represented.
Been a little lax on the blogging these last few weeks. Here are some memories from a wonderful Easter dinner with the Provs. It was such a warm, beautiful day, and you can’t go too far wrong with a spiral cut ham…
Make America Grain Again
— Federated Flatland Farmers Brotherhood
Make America Dissertate Again.
— Union of Nearly-Panicked Scientists
That’s what separated second-place Galen Rupp from winner Geoffrey Kirui in the Boston Marathon today. Can you imagine the feelings?
Make America Rate Again
— Tax Preparers League
from the whole pride.
I really tried to come up with a way to turn “pride” into “parade” because then I could do something with “Easter Parade.” And with those oh-so-fabulous ears, I’ve got Pride in there too! Maybe it’s how Paula Deen pronounces both pride and parade, puh-ride?
But I couldn’t find it, the elusive thread to tie it all together. I still think it’s out there, and if I could call the Daily Show writers maybe we could find it together. What a proud moment if we caught that meme, the kind of wordplay to bring the whole post back to life, worthy of celebrating with a ticker tape…
Or else the joke wouldn’t work, it might really lay a big multicolored egg.
Construction continues on the big fire station remodel.
OMG! This stuff, which we had never noticed/ heard of until recently, is great!!!
to run a psych hospital.
In our evening perambulations, we encountered a pair of people from Lee’s (former) work in wildly different contexts.
These skateboards are named for Scotty Cavell Dixon, who’s a nurse when he’s not skating the giant ramp he made inside his house.
And hidden back there on drums is Mike C, playing old-school punk rock with Zombie Beatdown. We listened to a few songs on the way home from elegant locavore dinner at TJ Buckley. The contrast between the two vibes, just a hundred or so yards apart, was almost too much.
It’s a very cool thing to have this town be the way it is and for all these people to be out there doing all their thangs all over the place. We will miss it if, say, we ever move to New Zealand or something.
Make America Crate Again
— Amalgamated Non-Immigrant Fruit Pickers Union
April showers (and melting snowdrifts) bring May flowers (in April).
Another Hartford gem.
I didn’t know about this guy until walking by the plaque last night after work. What a great epitaph.
The not-just-Christmas cactus is giving it one big push, encouraging all those poor outside plants to push through and bloom.
Brattleboro Adventure – the Auckland Edition 