When I was growing up in Rutland during the 50s and 60s you didn’t have to leave the city to experience downhill skiing. You simply headed to the Rutland Country Club on Grove Street. There was a rope tow that […]
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Altitude Sickness, Column
Healthy choices: fitness, food discipline, and sleep!
Things have been alright. My back has been alright, weightlifting has been alright, work has been alright, the skiing has been alright (we keep getting these little surprise powder days, nothing on Killington Road, but really nice turns up on […]
Column, Generation Y
The queen is dead
TV catchphrases aren’t meant to live forever. Even the most successful character slogans like “Dy-no-mite!” and “Don’t have a cow, man!”—which made the jump from in-series use to real-world use—gradually faded from the American lexicon except as fond memories of […]
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Rockin’ the region with Michael Glabicki
By Dave Hoffenberg This Thursday, don’t miss Michael Glabicki at the Pickle Barrel Nightclub at 8 p.m. You may know Glabicki as the front man of Rusted Root. The band played the Pickle last February as part of its 25th […]
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Rockin’ the Region with the Mean Waltons
Every second Friday night of the month at 7 p.m., you need to head to Taps Tavern in Poultney to see the Mean Waltons. They’ll be nice to you and your ears as you listen to some great folk covers. […]
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Gifts of friendship
By Marguerite Jill Dye It is such a blessing to spend time with friends from near and afar. I especially love getting together after months or years and picking up conversations where we left off as if no time has […]
Altitude Sickness, Column
Reconnecting with old friends
This was a week for reconnecting with old friends and people who have assisted me in some pretty thunderous ways. Last week, at the 50th birthday party for a friend of mine, I ran into a bunch of people that […]
Column, The Outside Story
The arthropods among us
By Kenrick Vezina Not to alarm you, but you’re surrounded. There, buzzing stupidly into the slats of your venetian blinds, is a house fly. Nearby, nestled in a crevice of the window-frame, a ladybug waits out the winter. In a […]
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My first NAGA
By Kyle Finneron There is an old saying: you either win or you learn. Recently, I learned a lot. A few weekends ago I competed in my first grappling competition. I decided that a great place to test my mettle […]
Column, Generation Y
Distant mourning
Celebrity death: Is it stupid to care? The age-old question struck me again at the end of 2016, as George Michael, Carrie Fisher, and Debbie Reynolds all shuffled off this mortal coil in quick succession. All year long, our popular […]