Featured Blog Posts – October 2010 Archive (38)

This started to be about what it might feel like to be the last flock of chickens, the last outhouse, the last milk man - in town. Thinking of the time when the milk man would walk right into the house in the

morning and re-stock the refrigerator for us. His name was Danny

Pinson.

And the last outhouse in town was on ninth street down by Cleveland street. The last guy to raise chickens in the city limits was Richard Mathes and that wasn't too long ago. A couple of locals fit…

My ears begin to pop as the pressure changed during our descent into the atmosphere directly over the green mountains. Having grown up in areas predominantly near a city I was overwhelmed with the amount of green

that I saw beneath me. I can recall turning to my new wife and saying, where

are we going to land, there's nothing but trees down there? We'd made a slight

left banking out over Lake Champlain and began our downwind run into…