Burlington Telecom


Accept the fact that $18,000,000. didn’t go where it should have and no one in government or the communications business will be prosecuted for mismangement or theft. Cannot dispute the decision of TJ Donovan, the Chitteneden State’s Attorney, because the results of the investigation have not been released. But, if you believe in the system, you have to believe he made the decision by applying the applicable legal and ethical standards. The case, however, is a political disaster, especially since at least one of the major players, the Mayor, remains in office and there is no way to evaluate his performance without more information.

Jesse and My Coffee Cup

I left my coffe cup near the rock. Jesse kept it over the weekend. It returned to me a little bruised, but not broken. Had not marked it lost. Hard to explain how one becomes connected to a cup. Sure, it protects the environment, but it also has a feel that I have become attached to, associating it with the liquid it carries and its presence at the beginning of a day. This cup has been with me since Manchester, early oughts. But it never lived in someone’s backpack for four days, not knowing if it would ever see me again.

So, you think this is stupid, eh? If you be a dunkin donut drinker, do you think the cups really disintegrate, or don’t you care? I don’t know if you have a regular cup, many do, especially if they give to charities without taking the beneficial artist mug. When I leave my cup in the care by mistake, my day starts differently if I don’t’ have my cup. I sometimes spill on myself due to unfamiliarity with the opening. Could it be that it also tastes better? I know that it feels better and that it means that I didn’t lose it.

Lake Champlain Boat Ride

 

So, what did you do today, this first real day of Spring with the water levels on Lake Champlain below flood level? I played visitor to Burlington. No. That’s not right. I enjoyed the city by taking a boat ride on the Ethan Allen II. Had two beers, local drafts, served on deck in a sweating glass. Could have been the QE II. Bathed in the sun. Listened to the dippy rap on the history of the Lake. And smiled, happy to be with Sharon, alive and well in Vermont, but don’t tell anyone.

I know how much I appreciate what I have and whom I share it with. I only want to remain relevant.