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Filthy, Dangerous, and Expensive
But it’s home and I’m glad to be back
Travel has once again become a tantalizing rumor, but over the summer we did manage to break out of the city. Once. Now we content ourselves with “day trips” to other boroughs or long walks in our backyard, aka Central Park. Updated 11.16.21
We’re home. Last week we drove up to Burlington, Vermont so that my partner, AleXander, could visit with his adult children there. It felt like we had a bit of a window here before Delta — and Epsilon and Lambda and everything up to Omega — really slams things shut again. Let’s say it out loud right here and now: The pandemic is not over. Pull your mask up and back off.
With that in mind, here’s the one most common response to learning about our trip:
“I love Vermont!”
Everyone loves Vermont. And there is a lot to love (aside from deer ticks and the Take Back Vermont yahoos), especially in mid-August. It was idyllic AF up there last week.
We drove out to Glover to see the legendary Bread and Puppet wrap ardent leftie political messages in playful puppetry. We had dinner with friends at their…
