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Archive - Staff Blog
October 7th, 2014
It started with fly fishing.
(NOTE: The above photo is not the actual Middlebury DMV.)
I spent the morning of my 39th birthday in the waiting room of the Middlebury DMV.
Here are a few things that you should know:
-The Middlebury DMV is a "mobile" DMV, which means that it's not in operation every day. It's open for business in the Middlebury Courthouse every Thursday, and alternating Wednesdays. That's it.
The high school jocks have a tradition
of sneaking out of their parents’ homes,
driving around our neighborhood
chucking rolls of toilet paper
into the winless trees.
The trees weep tails the rain
Middlebury's Mary Hogan Elementary School got a new playground this summer. If you're the parent of a young child, this is probably old news. I myself have taken my four daughters to what we call "The New Kidspace" on a weekly basis for the past month; they play on the playground while I gaze longingly at the school building and count the days until vacation ends.
That’s not hay they’re spreading
to mulch a garden, to keep the weeds
down. That machine isn’t a hand
shovel to turn the ground for a bed
of seeds. It’s made for shallow ditch-
digging, on Exchange Street.
For the other land taken in Vermont.
It’s today’s day for laying pipe,
to bring the gas here from somewhere
I'm an ambivalent gardener. This stems from my upbringing: As the only child of parents who have Miracle Gro running through their veins, I grew up observing the obvious pleasure that gardening bought my parents, along with the beautiful results. Weekends at our house were often spent in the backyard, where my parents' tireless weeding, mulching, planting, and cutting turned our suburban acre into a verdant paradise.
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