[Images by SB Sandy. Poem by David Budbill. SB SM] Summer Blues You got to understand: here Winter stays six months a year-- Mean, mean winters and too long. Ninety days is what we get, just Ninety days of frost free weather. I know you don't believe it but . . . Ninety days is... Continue Reading →
[SB C. Jane (Hinesburg SBs) sends out a weekly Love Letter. I thought she sent it only to me, but turns out she has a multitude of lovers. If you haven't read her book Spirit Traffic, you should get a copy. https://cjanetaylor.com/?mc_cid=e9a8bfd513&mc_eid=c7b89b8ab4 I've highlighted the paragraph in this missive that I find very poignant. SB... Continue Reading →
[I still don't understand how I got hooked up with Quora Digest, but they send me links everyday that are usually relevant and occasionally worthwhile. Similarly, I don't know who Winston Smith is, or why he is answering the question of whether rock is dead. But, it gives me the excuse to revisit some of... Continue Reading →
[SB Babs suggested this. I should have thought of it myself. SB SM] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HNvYSk2KmSY from SB JT: Jimmy Buffett invented his own character, which, in a sense we all do: invent, assemble, inherit, or fall into our inner identity. But Jimmy was the founder of an actual tribe: tens of thousands of us made our... Continue Reading →
[This is the official 1000th post on Silverback Digest. I asked my fellow dwellers in The Jungle where we should go next, and here's how they responded. Thanks to all of you who came up with such great suggestions. SB SM] 21 thoughts on “Closing in on 1,000 … Asking for Your Help.” Steven Shepard... Continue Reading →
It's Sunday morning on The Gilead. The Sunday morning rituals are complete. Wordle in 3 (SB Sandy), "Great" in SpellCheck, Puzzlemaster with Will Shortz on NPR, breakfast of fried egg on Sicilian toast with garden-fresh tomato. As Sandy completes the weekly ironing while watching Sunday Morning with SB Jane Pauley and Meet the Press, she... Continue Reading →
[One thing she doesn't seem to know is how to count, judging from the mis-numbering of this list. I couldn't figure out how to correct it, so have reprinted it as previously published. Personally, the list is too girly for me, but I am a fan of lists, so leave it to you to filter... Continue Reading →
[I used to go to "the dump" on Saturday morning when I did my weekly chores. Vermont even has a radio station that plays "music to go to the dump by" on Saturday morning. I thought it was clever, colorful, and fun, but the language police took it away from us. I can't remember the... Continue Reading →
We pulled off the Ridge Road between Randolph Center and Pond Village (home of the World Famous Floating Bridge) into the modest parking lot, fresh from the ice cream social at the historic Marvin Newton House, circa 1835. (Is this the most Vermont-y beginning to a story ever?). We started up the grassy trail. https://videopress.com/v/50ufzshm?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true... Continue Reading →
[Loyal readers of the Silverback Digest know that I think Sir Ray Davies, formerly of the Kinks, is the only contemporary song writer who can be ranked in the same tier as Sir Paul McCartney. Unlike McCartney, he was not associated with fellow musicians of the caliber of Mssrs, Lennon, Harrison, and Starr and thus... Continue Reading →
