Once in a Blue Moose

Today, we celebrated finishing our taxes on time with a late lunch at the newly relocated Blue Moose Bistro.

When we got in, there were a couple of other tables just finishing up, but shortly it was down to just us and a single gentleman sitting in the window. It turned out he was pretty crazy, and probably drunk as well. He was talking animatedly to himself, and enjoying eating his mixed greens with his fingers. He also had a family size box of Cheerios.

When he stumbled out, he left the Cheerios behind, and this picture shows our waiter trying to read the old man’s scribbled notes on the back of the Cheerios box.

There are eight million stories in the naked city…

The Brattleboro Selectboard prepares to present information about next year’s town budget to a meeting of excited and concerned citizens.

Normally, this meeting wouldn’t happen: the budget was already passed at our annual Town Meeting a few weeks ago. But, a grumpy minority didn’t like the amount being spent on our planned police/fire department renovation and submitted a petition to call a referendum and so now we have to have a vote.

So, is this Democracy In Action, or is it a case of pathological activism? We’ll start to find out over the next couple of hours.

Cornerstone Baptist Church, Brattleboro

Jesus == Superman

Finally it all makes sense to me, like how come they’ve never been seen at the same time.

Two years ago we went to our first sugar on snow supper. Nothing much has changed, which is as it should be. Here’s the snow, which gets packed into bowls and drizzled with specially thick maple syrup. Served with pickles and cider donuts it’s the perfect dessert.

Maybe you had to be there…

Somebody did a great job bringing a much needed dose of spring to the snowbank outside the Senior Center.

Wags to Riches

Last night we went to the Windham County Humane Society’s annual Wags to Riches fundraiser, held at the American Legion.

With Cosette still very much in our minds, it was sad to hear and think about happy-ever-after animal stories and the larger number of not-so-happy animals in need stories. But the turnout was great and the crowd gave generously in the live and silent auctions.

Stepping back from the emotional tug, we were both impressed at how well the event was run… From food and drink to the complex auction logistics to the band and the emcee, it all ticked right along. If they run the rest of their operation that well, and we have every reason to think so, then we feel doubly good to have been able to donate a little bit.

Strange bedfellows

Nothing says “let’s pop into that charming little creperie for some Nutella and strawberries” better than half a dozen very macho vintage race bikes parked panther-like around the dining room. Ok, actually almost anything says it better. But in Brattleboro we make our own rules, so Vintage Steele and Tulip Creperie are hooked up for the moment.

Headlamp assembly repairs should be effected with black duct tape for discretion.

In Brattleboro, it’s OK to fix your car with black duct tape if you use a blue border.

Three Dog Night

I can’t remember the last time I was in a place as cold as -15… Maybe never? Luckily, it’s a short term thing, back up in the 30s by Monday.

NYE dinner at Dalem’s Chalet

The first night I ever spent in Brattleboro was at Dalem’s Chalet Motel and Restaurant, which was started in the 50s by Oscar Dalem, pictured here, and his wife who still runs the place on a kind of part time basis. When we invited the Provs, they asked if Norman Bates would be there, and it’s not a bad question to ask.

Mrs. Dalem put an ad in the paper purporting to be open for NYE dinner, and we pounced. Ambiance included hand hewn beams and a modest beer stein collection. Food and service were better than expected. The wine cellar had cheap bubbly and a good Austrian white. A grand time was had by all. We’ll be there for Oktoberfest.

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