July 30th, 2014
I always had a dog growing up. Well not me personally, but my family — an English springer spaniel and later a yellow Labrador, who still vigilantly patrols the boundaries of my parents’ property. But growing up with a dog is not at all the same as owning one, and bearing all the responsibilities entailed.
This year I’ve sort of adopted one of my own — a handsome pointer/pit bull mix named Linus that my girlfriend, Hope, rescued two years ago.
When it comes to people who don’t feel conflicted about their food-buying choices, there are two extremes.
At one end are those who happily subsist on microwave burritos and Cheetos and traipse through life unconcerned about the environmental or nutritional impacts of what they eat. At the other end are those who live primarily on lentils and kefir, certain that they are making the healthiest and most socially conscious decisions about their food.
Vermont is at it again: angling to be a national leader on yet another public policy issue. This time it’s the effort to reduce consumption of sugar-laden beverages.
The angle? Pass a tax on sugar-sweetened beverages.
Vermont touts two scenic drives in the state: the dramatic Smugglers’ Notch that goes between Stowe and Jeffersonville featuring a steep, single-lane pitch through large rocky slabs and boulders near the top, and the bucolic Robert Frost Memorial Drive that features a 16-mile section of Route 125 over the Middlebury Gap from East Middlebury to Hancock.
This week’s writer is Denise Smith of St. Albans, who currently serves as the executive director of the Friends of the Northern Lake Champlain. Smith has spent most of her life living and working in the Lake Champlain Basin.
Sens. Mullin and Flory state that the Cornwall and Shoreham villages would get access to a more affordable heating option by agreeing to Phase II of the Addison Rutland natural gas pipeline. The residents of these towns with access to the gas would be approximately 10 percent of the population, hence leaving the remaining 90 percent out in the cold.
I received this link in my email today and found it fascinating reading.
In Los Angeles good neighbors were hard to find. Mostly people were busy and kept to themselves. But in Vermont there is a very different tradition and I looked forward to really having neighbors. But because of how my house is situated — across from a corn field, next to a cemetery and backing up to a back yard — I really only have one neighbor.