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PAUL CHRISTENSEN
NOT ALL ROADS LEAD TO THE BANKS
There's a funny cartoon circulating here in Vermont of a man standing on his front step sighing with relief now that is was warm. In the...
BACK AT THE VINEYARD
Just back from a week on Martha’s Vineyard to be with family members and friends. The house we stayed in was near enough to the ferry...
THE FUTURE OF AN ILLUSION
So I sat there slumped in my easy chair watching cops in their short-sleeve shirts, utility belts bulging with key rings and handcuffs,...
THE LIFE OF THE ACCUSED
I happened to be passing by a school yard on my way to the post office. The kids were playing, throwing a ball and trying to hit someone...
THE THEATER OF IGNORANCE
All night the weather kept waking me with snow plows grating on the pavement. I tossed and turned, twisted the covers around me and...
MY BUDDY NANOOK AND I
March is Yukon Month here in Vermont, a somewhat irregular event that is now falling on us every other year. Snow is packed up high along...
A EULOGY FOR CARTER
I can still recall reading about this curious Georgian creeping about in the Oval Office turning down the thermostat, going to bed with a...
THE WET MARKETS
Maybe you haven’t heard of a wet market before. It’s a nightly event in most south Asian cities, a place to buy fish, fresh produce,...
THE ICE MAN COMETH
Vermont has gone into deep storage, buried under a foot of sticky snow, with drifts reaching up to a few feet in some places. The silence...
THE ROAD TO CHILDHOOD
I was on a trek with my wife looking for protest poetry for a book I had proposed to Oxford University Press. They gave me some advance...
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