Tucker Back from Another Ride
Here is Tucker, my steed, with whom I’ve been learning to ride up in Bernardston. Today’s ride was the best yet…at one point we had to turn around, and as we turned onto Shedd Road, Tucker decided to make a break for it. He jumped into a canter, and I […]
With 16 Acres in the Center, What Do We Do Now?
I joined a group of about 30 citizens to talk about a big issue in Deerfield tonight. On November 16, the town will own a 16-acre piece of land in the center that was once a pickle factory. Now they want to form a steering committee to find out what […]
Shooters Seeing Red Over NFL’s Vest Rule
Sports photogs are a famously independent bunch. They do what they do and they don’t wanna be hassled. Now the NFL is driving their association crazy with a new scheme: Starting this fall, every shooter on the sidelines of NFL games must wear a red vest with a Canon and […]
Learning to Ride Up in Sheddville
Tucker and I are getting to know each other quite well. The big horse is docile and knows the way. Yesterday I got a chance to go through the woods with him for a few hours. We even sped up to a quick canter for a few strides in an […]
Sweet New Ride–No More ‘Borrowing a Truck’
Here is my new truck. Not really new but in great shape, taken care of by two women who live next door. I told them they can still borrow it when they need a truck.
Sami Takes Over In the Towne’s New Market
I walked over and said hello again to the proprietors of the new market in town. It’s called the Garden City Market, and Sami is one of the owners. I told her that she could pick up our WiFi signal at her store and that we are all grateful that […]
Sprint Puts Their Logo on Pirated Songs
In an ingenious nod to the forces of capitalism, Sprint will soon embed its logo onto a song so that illegal downloaders will see its logo when the song plays. It’s an ingenious way to beat filesharing–the music industry’s bugaboo. The NY Post reported today that on Atlantic Records tracks, […]
A Poignant Tale of a Man and a Boy
Last night we enjoyed a particularly poignant NetFlick. It was called Kolja, and it told the story of a Czech bass player who married a Russian woman for money and ended up without her but with her 5-year-old boy. The languages, of course, were obtuse, a combination of Czech and […]