This blog will mostly be the view from Rutland County, Vermont, my adopted home.
I explain Rutland with an old Russian joke:
In America, say the Russians, if a farmer has one cow and his neighbor has two cows, he works and frets about how he can get another cow to be like his neighbor. In Russia, the farmer with one cow hopes one of his neighbor’s cows dies soon, so that everybody has one cow again.
Rutland is about evenly divided between Russian- and American-style farmers.
It makes it an interesting place to live, and to cover as a journalist.
Expect musings on Vermont, Canada, terroire, food, sports, music, fatherhood. Maybe even some tilting at windmills.