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  • Guildhall, Vermont Annual Town Warning 2010

    February 13th, 2010

    Controversies at this year’s Town Meeting?

    Taxpayer funding for the Guildhall Public Library. The Library has gone a long way this year toward better serving town residents. But will they keep it up?

    A proposal to subsidize swimming pool memberships at Colonel Town Recreation Center, in Lancaster, for Guildhall residents. Hmmm. Despite my liberal tendencies, I’m against taxpayer financing of personal recreational interests. What’s next, the Town pays for my yoga classes? Click here to read the warning Guildhall Town Warning 2010

  • Guildhall Annual Town Meeting, 2010

    February 13th, 2010

    Guildhall Town Office, with flags at half-mast in memory of Senator Edward M. Kennedy
    At this year’s Town Meeting, we probably won’t have quite the same divisive feelings, passion, publicity and fireworks that marked last year’s meeting. But some of the same issues and concerns simmer not far beneath the surface. Funding for the Guildhall Public Library is still a sensitive spot. You might remember the bitter battle last year between Article 13 and Article 14. We Article 13ers wanted, in exchange for our tax dollars, a Library that was open more hours and to see a basic financial statement each year. (FYI: in Guildhall, the Library is not owned or controlled by the Town). The Article 14ers, including the Library Trustees themselves, wanted to keep getting taxpayer money, but didn’t want to be told what to do. They said they didn’t want to be open more hours, didn’t want to produce a financial statement, and amazingly, were against any increase in funding–in short, they didn’t want any accountability. Sadly, we lost the floor vote.

    But things are not always what they seem. That summer, an article appeared in the local newspaper announcing that the Library was expanding its hours from 3 to 9! They organized a book club. Two events were held, including a slide show by local wildlife photographer Roger Irwin and a presentation by a local physician about his travels in New Zealand. Both were well-attended. I realized that although we had lost the vote that night, we had actually won. It’s a great example of how power and politics work in unexpected ways. The Article #13 campaign had put the Library on notice that they couldn’t take the taxpayers of Guildhall for granted. And so for the first time in over 25 years, they made changes.

    That’s why, at this year’s budget meeting, I and others argued for keeping the Library funding on the Town warning, rather than just burying it back into budgeted appropriations. As long as that Library funding is named specifically on the Town Meeting warning, the Trustees know that they have to work for their money. Funny how change comes about, isn’t it?

    At this year’s meeting, expect people to be asking the Library hard questions, such as: do you plan to continue the expanded hours? What happened to the Saturday hours? (those were instituted last summer but have vanished this winter) What events are you planning? Also on the warning is an article that would require all independent organizations that receive town money to produce a financial statement as a condition of receiving those funds. If that passes, the Library will have to produce that document–like it or not– or risk their funding.

    Other drama? The only contested race is the one that’s just now heating up: for Town Auditor! It’s George Blakeslee, whom I support enthusiastically, vs. Dawn Rogers.

    Stay tuned!

  • Belle Reve’s Minerva

    August 16th, 2009

    Our beautiful dog, Belle Reve’s Minerva.
     
     
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  • Town Meeting Approaches, and Things Heat Up.

    February 15th, 2009

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    In less than three weeks, the chairs will be set up in rows. Tables will grace the front of the stage. The Town Clerk will place Robert’s Rules of Order, Title 17 of the Vermont Statutes Annotated, the 2009 Town Warning, a gavel and a glass of water on the Moderator’s podium.

    Allen Hodgdon, our beloved moderator, will open the meeting with his usual inspiring instructions to voters–he’ll explain that participants in the meeting must speak and listen in good faith, and while they may disagree vigorously, they may not question one another’s motives.

    Most debate this year will center on financial support for the Guildhall Public Library. Our beloved, beautiful Library has been languishing badly in recent years: one Article on the warrant, crafted and recommended by the Selectboard, increases the funding but makes it contingent upon the Library being open for more hours and providing more services. A competing Article, put on the Warning by petition, just asks the voters to give the old sum of money with no conditions. Myself, I vote yes on Article 13, financial support, but only under certain conditions! Barack Obama-style, I want change. A real library for our town!

    Prior to the meeting, we in Guildhall will vote by Australian ballot for our Town Officers. This year, there are four hotly contested races at Town Meeting, for Selectboard Member (incumbent Susan McVetty v. Thomas Dubreiul), Constable (incumbent Bob MacIlvane v. Daniel Mowery), Delinquent Tax Collector (incumbent Alfred McVetty, Sr v. Phil Nelson), and School Board Member (with an incumbent and last I heard on the grapevine, multiple challengers!) (School Board is actually voted from the floor in the evening!) Campaign letters are already flying fast and furious and soon I expect the barrage of personal phone calling and visiting to commence. Politics in my little rural town, in its own way, is so much more relevant and up-close than it ever was living in Boston!

    Many, if not most Vermont towns, have sadly eliminated the discussion and debate part of Town Meeting. In those towns, although it’s still called Town Meeting, there is no actual meeting for debate and moderated discussion–all questions, including warned articles and the budget, are voted in private booths, over the course of the day, on paper ballots. While this makes it slightly more convenient for some people to vote, at what cost? When voters decide ballot questions and budgets in a voting booth, they lose the opportunity and the responsibility of hearing the debate and engaging with fellow citizens on the issues. More concretely, they cannot amend an Article from the floor! I hope our Town never goes down that “easy way out” path. As a matter of fact, this year, we have an article on the warning in which the voters are asked to decide whether they want to return the election of Town Officers to open voice or floor vote in the evening meeting! Let’s have the courage of our convictions!
    I get a shiver down my spine at the opening of every Town Meeting, as I ponder the generations of people who have sat in this very room since 1764, voting on the things that matter to them!

  • Homeward: The Train from Washington to White River

    January 25th, 2009

    45am January 21, 2009
    Union Station, Washington DC, 7:45am January 21, 2009

    Peter Eveleth was kind enough to drive us to the station on the morning of our departure. We found a place to park our stuff, and I ran out to take some photos of Union Station. Our train departed without incident and we made great time. The earnest college students from Amherst were on the same train with us! (But not the Dominican sex workers!). On the ride back, people were either sleeping, reading Barack Obama’s books, or talking excitedly on their cell phones about the inauguration experience. I tried to read the book I’d brought about Sally Hemings and Thomas Jefferson, but was too distracted with thoughts about the inauguration and the future, which seemed so bright. (Okay, cynics, I know!)
    We pulled into sleepy little White River Junction at about 6:45pm. Edward scraped the snow and ice off the windows and we headed north on lonely, beautiful interstate 91.
    We celebrated at home in Guildhall with pasta and wine.
    Caption Unnecessary
    Caption Unnecessary

  • The Inauguration Speech: Thoughts

    January 24th, 2009

    Watching the Speech
    Watching the Speech

    I wasn’t particularly anticipating Obama’s inaugural speech. The important thing was to see Bush-Cheney leave and see Obama take the oath. So when the speech came, Obama could have recited a nursery rhyme and I would have still been in a swoon-like state of delight. But I did listen to it, and here are some of my thoughts:
    1) I never thought that a U.S. President would actually acknowledge my existence and speak respectfully to non-believers. Pretty amazing, and pretty impressive. This almost–but not quite–made up for Rick Warren’s reading of the Lord’s Prayer, which I believe has absolutely no place in a civil swearing in. (Ed turned his back on Rick Warren)
    2) O’s speech emphatically denounced and rejected the policies of Bush-Cheney in no uncertain terms, and that made me happy. Although Paul Krugman’s column in yesterday’s New York Times bemoaned the speech’s lack of boldness and specifics (rightfully so, in some respects), virtually everyone has noted that for an inaugural speech, it was almost unprecedented in roundly breaking with the past. (A bunch of Bush advisors are actually whining about it now, claiming that Obama was too harsh on Bush and should have been more gracious. Please. Grow up.)
    3) I wish Obama had been more specific and sweeping about his plans for health care. As it was, he simply said that health care was too expensive, which doesn’t begin to describe the depth of the problem.
    4) I thought Obama’s call for a new era of personal responsibility was vague, and sounded a little too much like the Republicans, who say that all the time. If by personal responsibiity, Obama means that we have to stay politically engaged and keep his feet to the fire (which we do), then I couldn’t agree more. But if he means something else–well, I’m sorry, but for the last 8 years, very few of us have even had all the information we need to challenge the worst of the Bush policies. We were lied to, remember?
    5) Obama says the challenges are real and many. It’s a little thing, but I like that. The Republicans would just gloss over it and say things aren’t that bad.
    6) Obama wants to restore science to its rightful place: hallelujah!
    7) We reject the idea that we must choose between our safety and our ideals: can’t get much better than that!
    8) Power alone cannot protect us. It does not entitle us to do as we please. Be prudent. Good. Good.
    9) A tad too much bellicosity in the speech, maybe to placate the hawks. Oh well.
    As noted, I didn’t really care what he said. But actually, there were quite a few good, even surprisingly good things in the speech–along with some vague and annoying blather. A mixed bag, weak in some places, strong in others. It just underscores to me how Obama needs us to keep pushing him. It was the same with FDR.
    Whatever Obama’s weaknesses, with him there is hope; with Bush, Cheney or McCain, there was none, none, none.

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  • Inauguration At Last!

    January 24th, 2009

    The Troops
    The Troops

    We begin the inauguration march, prepared to defend Obama against any last minute tricks by the nefarious Bush-Cheney duo. Edward sports his old SNCC (Student Non-Violent Coordinating Committee) button that he wore at the 1963 March on Washington. Throughout the day, people noticed this button and commented enthusiastically upon it; many had questions for him!
    Our spot for 2 hours en route
    Our spot for 2 hours en route

    We had silver tickets, and we dutifully followed the signs pointing us to the silver area. The crowds thickened. I started to wonder why we didn’t see any cops, except for one in a vehicle who tried to plow his way through the crowd. We ended up at this spot, so crowded that at times, I couldn’t even lift my hands to snap photos. It was the most claustrophobic scenario I’ve ever experienced in my life. What made it tolerable was how happy everyone was, and how well-behaved. Also, we had thought ahead and packed our clothes with juice, granola bars, fruit, and cookies. That helped. We stood in this exact same spot for almost two hours.
    Some of My Very Close Neighbors
    Some of My Very Close Neighbors

    We were being held back by some sort of officials. It was frustrating, because we could see, less than 50 feet away, some very tempting open space. It didn’t make sense to any of us why we were being held back, but we were obedient. FInally, someone on a bullhorn told us we were about to be released, and that we should be prepared to show our tickets and go through security. Ah yes, security. We had been told in advance that we would be frisked, ID’d and possibly go through metal detectors. But when we were released, there was not a single law enforcement person to be found. Nothing. No one. Everyone sprinted toward the Capitol. We collectively knocked down fences and barriers, flattening them. No one there to ask for tickets or to clear us in any way shape or form, just delightful chaos. Actually, I was a bit worried when the running started. It seemed like a recipe for disaster. But this was such a happy crowd that no one got hurt. People hopped up onto the portapotties, onto poles, and climbed into trees. The spot where we ended up was quite comfortable compared to the previous one. You could actually take a couple of steps in either direction and move your arms. This was where we stood when the magical moment came.
    Happiness as he's sworn in
    Happiness as he’s sworn in

    We weren’t that close, and it was hard even to see the jumbotron, but we could hear perfectly well. I cried my eyes out in the moments after he was sworn in. A lot of other people were crying, too.
    More Obama Happiness
    More Obama Happiness

  • Labor for Obama

    January 24th, 2009

    We went to a fancy labor reception at the St Regis Hotel tonight. I used to work as a union organizer for HERE and ACTWU and Edward was an executive vice president of UNITE! before he semi-retired, so it was fun to see and commiserate with old friends and comrades. Put me in mind of the days, weeks, months that I spent on union campaigns in various parts of the country, trudging house to house, dragging myself out for dawn picket lines, living out of hotel rooms. I had some very interesting conversations with people about the bill pending in Congress, the Employee Free Choice Act; the Act makes it easier for employees to organize unions without the intimidating anti-union onslaughts that employers rain down on them prior to secret ballot elections. More important, the Act would also make it a lot harder for employers to stonewall negotiating first contracts. I snapped a nice photo of AFL-CIO President John Sweeney, and we managed to chat every so briefly about organizing…

    John Sweeney, at th St Regis Hotel
    John Sweeney, at th St Regis Hotel

    Men on the Dais
    Men on the Dais

    Edward Clark, Mark Fleischman and Edgar Romney
    Edward Clark, Mark Fleischman and Edgar Romney
    Bruce Raynor, Joan Raynor, me, Edward Clark
    Bruce Raynor, Joan Raynor, me, Edward Clark

    Mark and Edgar gave us tickets to the inauguration!
    Silver Meaningless Inauguration Ticket, But Still Precious
    Silver Meaningless Inauguration Ticket, But Still Precious

    We were happy about that; little did we (and almost everyone else!) know that inauguration tickets in the crowd of almost 2 million would prove practically meaningless. But we were glad to have them anyway, at the time!
    Laura, being silly
    Laura, being silly

  • The Mall, Memorials, Goodbye Bush, and Kiss for Peace

    January 24th, 2009

    A Pair of Women who Also Campaigned Hard for Obama
    A Pair of Women who Also Campaigned Hard for Obama

    Kiss for Peace Lady
    Kiss for Peace Lady

    The woman with the flag approached us where we were eating lunch at the National Gallery Sculpture Garden Cafe. She wanted us to randomly pick cards with the name of warring countries on them, hold them up, and kiss with the flag draped behind us. It seemed like a pretty goofy idea, but how could we say no??
    The Youtube Crew
    The Youtube Crew

    When we got past the Washington Monument, we encountered a video crew who had set up a modest operation in which they recruited passers-by to read aloud on video from this book, Goodbye Bush. They plan to put it up on Youtube. Cool.
    Lincoln in the shadows
    Lincoln in the shadows

    I was determined to see the Lincoln Memorial close up, since at the concert the day before, I hadn’t been able to get any closer than the far end of the reflecting pool. I was disappointed today that I still couldn’t get onto the steps, because they had the area roped off while cleaning up after the concert. I zoomed in as far as I could, straining over the barrier, and if you look closely, you can see the beautiful Lincoln statue by Daniel Chester French– a surreal, haunting image.
    The Magnificent Vietnam Memorial, by Maya Lin
    The Magnificent Vietnam Memorial, by Maya Lin

    We walked the length of the Vietnam Memorial. I noticed that a hush fell over the crowd. It’s a beautiful memorial, far more beautiful than any of the pictures I’ve seen suggest.

  • After Hours at Mr. Henry’s Bar

    January 23rd, 2009

    Lou, Chuck and Bruce, at Mr Henry's
    Lou, Chuck and Bruce, at Mr Henry’s

    Adorable woman at Mr. Henry's
    Adorable woman at Mr. Henry’s

    After the Vt reception, we scouted around for a bar, and ended up at Eileen’s old haunt (she used to bartend there!). It was an amazing experience! The place was packed with interesting people, and the crowd was Obama-raucous. Every time that a new customer(s) walked in the door, the crowd went wild, clapping, jumping up and down, and chanting O-BA-MA at the top of their lungs. Eileen introduced us to the men in the photo above, who were all extraordinarily intelligent, politically sophisticated, articulate and witty. I had been dragging a bit when we walked into this place, but between the crowd and these men, I perked up, interested. Later, I snapped a photo of this unnamed woman (because she was so cute), and then she came over to chat with us. Turns out she’s from Salt Lake City and she was here for the inauguration. She told us that she’d “worked my butt off going door-to-door in the worse neighborhoods in Salt Lake City for this guy (Obama), so he better not fuck it up.” (By worse neighborhoods, she meant the rock-ribbed Mormon areas). Her story of having worked hard to get Obama elected was a theme that was repeated time and time again during our visit. So many people I met talked about what they’d done to campaign for him. I thought alot throughout the inauguration trip about how so many people, most of him I didn’t even get a chance to talk to, had worked their asses off, in one form or another, to elect Obama (and unelect McCain-Bush, of course!)

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