September 22nd, 2016
I’ve been on Nantucket for the past few days, revisiting a place I’d spent the past 40 years idealizing as an island paradise. Forty years, that is, since I last visited this 14-mile-long sandbar off the Massachusetts coast.
I thought it was paradise. But now I’m not sure.
Paradise Lost is a theme as old as the Book of Genesis. We lose a little bit of paradise when we emerge from our mother’s womb. Perhaps it’s inevitable that this drama, the sense of something gone, will be played out in ways large and small throughout our lives.
I read with amusement the letter to the editor on Sept. 15 about a person or persons who found a cheerful paint job at the National Bank of Middlebury drive-up to be offensive.
I did not see it, as I am of the old school and still enjoy walking into the branch office to have a pleasant conversation with the teller or other people I know.
Sports writers love to make predictions. Usually, they are forgotten. Unless, of course, they are proven correct.
In the interest of standing by mine right or wrong, I have made three public predictions about the Red Sox, two in writing, (one of which had more waffles than Rosie’s) and one verbal on Sept. 15 made in response to a question posed by Corey Buxton.
UPDATED WEDNESDAY MORNING
RIPTON — Police say two men lured a third man to a Ripton home on Saturday and beat him with a tire iron and a large wrench before the victim fled into the woods, where he allegedly was shot at.
My immediate thought, after my three-year-old daughter swallowed my wedding band, was: Well, I guess there really IS a first time for everything!
The Addison Independent is proud to publish the Students of the Week from area High Schools each week. The students are chosen by teachers and administration from each school who would like to recognize their exceptional engagement in the high schools they attend.
BRISTOL — “If you could pick anything in the world, what are some things you’d like to learn about?” asks Mount Abraham Union Middle School teacher Jocelyn Foran.
Every last head in Foran’s seventh grade classroom bends over as students start thinking in earnest, chewing on pencils, scratching down ideas and brainstorming.