Tho weeping Friends may mourn thy Lot
How Valued once avails The not
A heap of Dust remains of Thee
Tis all Thou art.
As I sit in an early morning town budget meeting where the long- term plan is being discussed with much hand-wringing, this scene from Vine St. reminds me that short-term needs will probably overwhelm all the big ideas.
The end of an era
After slightly more than three years, we were able to fit all of the things we had in storage into our own space… So we are now officially moved in. Yay!
Christmas spirit at the Latchis theatre.
The Retreat’s new sculpture, A Matter of Balance, decorated for Christmas.
May Alice Holway’s memory live longer than the ash tree.
First real snow of the season.
You see, it’s called the Backside Café because it faces into the alley, instead of out to the street. They have good omelettes and a surprisingly good bar for a breakfast and lunch place, although the service is slow. Apparently, the space is also available for special events.
The gentlemen on the venue committee get a gold star for their work this month.
Becoming Van Gogh
Tonight we went to Hooker Dunham theater to see our neighbor Charles in his one-man show, Becoming Van Gogh.
Mostly comprised of Van Gogh’s own words, the play tries to get past all the stories and show us who Van Gogh really was.
Even a small production like this is a monumental amount of work, not to mention bravery, and we admire Charles greatly for putting himself out there.
Poirot’s Buick
Fall has just about fallen.
Well, there’s your problem
I’m not sure how many tens of thousands of dollars brattleb spent to install these new traffic signals about three years ago, but they’ve never worked quite right. It turns out that the little wires have to stay twisted together… Who knew?
This was the scene in Brattleboro today… the midterm election was almost completely uncontested in Vermont, so even after I exhorted them to look eager and enthusiastic this was the best that the AM volunteer shift could come up with.
Back in Brattleboro, which was the setting for one of my favorite books as a child: The Wind in the Mums.
Brattleboro Adventure – the Auckland Edition 