[Whoops! This was supposed to be yesterday's post. Instead you got Neanderthals. Pretend the Tunbridge Fair has been extended by one day. SB SM] The colors on the ribbon may have faded, but not the memories. The Tunbridge World's Fair is a stage, and all the men and women of Central Vermont have their moments... Continue Reading →
Everybody Wins at Lucky Bottle
[Lest anyone doubt my entrepreneurial instincts ... SB SM.] September, 1981 “Embossed beer bottles for sale. Old soda bottles, too,” reads the classified ad. I collect old beer bottles so thought I’d take a look, even though it is a Burlington address. I ask my friend Charlie if he’d like to go for a ride.... Continue Reading →