“Tapping Love,” a poem by Alfred McVetty, Guildhall, Vermont.

My friends Alfred and Susan McVetty live up in the hills of Guildhall, off the grid.   Here is a poem that Alfred wrote recently.  It is reprinted here with his permission. TAPPING LOVE I’m sorry that I am going to hurt you again But it is almost that time I’ve done it before andContinue reading ““Tapping Love,” a poem by Alfred McVetty, Guildhall, Vermont.”

At Last, the Polish Princess Bakery: Forget About Dunkin’ Donuts

We’ve been waiting, on the edge of our seats for months.  Finally, this weekend, we have a new bakery and coffee shop, in downtown Lancaster, NH, a ten minute drive from where I live in Guildhall, Vermont. Magdalena Randall, who has garnered a beloved following for her baked goods and bread sold at the LancasterContinue reading “At Last, the Polish Princess Bakery: Forget About Dunkin’ Donuts”

CHARLIE HEBDO AND ME.

Oh, don’t worry.  I have no illusions that my little blog with its miniscule readership can be compared to Charlie Hebdo, the spunky magazine that bravely continued to publish its clever and incisive satire even after it was bombed, threatened and hacked.  Nor am I under any grandiose belief that my blog is somehow equivalent to  augustContinue reading “CHARLIE HEBDO AND ME.”

Up In the Hills of Essex County: House or Camp?

For about fifteen years now, Edward and his son Connolly have owned a house in the remote hills of Essex County.   They bought it from Edward’s old friends Tim and Leslie Nulty.  The house had been owned by Tim’s family since the late 1950s.  His father however, had been coming to the “neighborhood” for muchContinue reading “Up In the Hills of Essex County: House or Camp?”