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Dan Mackie: When I Was a Boy Publisher

When I was about 8 or 9 or 10 — the exact year has been lost to history — I spent a brief summer stretch as a newspaper publisher. When I say brief, I should say very brief, as I will explain. I had read somewhere, in Boys Life, the scouting magazine, or perhaps a comic book, that making your own newspaper was a fun summer activity. Like most kids of that era, I wasn’t exactly starving for summer diversions, since I had a bike,

Over Easy: A Cheapskate Crusade, or How I Learned to Love the Dark

War was officially declared when it was announced that Liberty Utilities was seeking a 50 percent rate hike on my personal electric bill this winter. “Get ready, Dede,’’ I told the other major consumer of electricity in our West Lebanon home, “for Operation Darkness.” The reason for the rate increase is that there is not enough natural gas reaching the state, or that prices on the spot market are up, or that coal and nuclear plants have shut down, or that, according to the West

Dan Mackie: Zombie ‘Car Talk’

The Car Talk radio guys make me laugh, but not as much as they make themselves guffaw, tee-hee, chortle, snort and wheeze with delight. I often listen to them as I head to the dump on Saturday, or during a Sunday drive. They are unique — the only radio hosts who provide their own laugh track. But lately I have a wistful feeling as I listen, since it’s finally hit me that Tom and Ray have actually retired from the show. Without much explanation, other

Dan Mackie: There’s Still More to Say About Jeter, A Lot More

Red Sox fans were left unsettled last weekend by the lavish retirement ceremony for Derek Jeter at Fenway Park, where he was feted as if he’d played for the Red Sox for 20 seasons, rather than the New York Yankees. But Jeter was something special, with commentators treating his finale as a transcendent moment, as if he’d descended to Earth not just to play baseball, but to achieve some higher goal, such as helping America’s orphans, or building a casino. Broadcasters liked to say that

Dan Mackie: Time for a Smarter Watch

Apple’s new smart watch was announced this week, and because it’s Apple, it will be insanely great, for starters, and do about a million things beyond the pedestrian task of telling time. Insanely great, for anyone who hasn’t been paying attention to tech since the launch of the Princess phone, is at the core of what the late Steve Jobs wanted every Apple product to be. That was a high standard, intimidating really, since for most people “pretty good,” “not bad” ­— or “better than

Dan Mackie: We Cut Our Cable, and Survived

About two years ago, we cut the cord. I don’t remember what made me it do — I have canceled cable TV in moments of cheapness or distress about lousy shows before — but this time it stuck. It may simply be that as you grow older, you see that life’s too short to spend any of it watching American Ninja Warrior. We are not the only cord cutters. An April 2013 story in The New York Times said that 4.7 million Americans were expected

Dan Mackie: Running After 60, Very Slowly

A few weeks ago, my daughter challenged me to join her in a 5K charity run in April. After consulting my fears of mortality, I said yes. This column is not written in anticipation of success, since I could turn up lame any day. I would not even mention the effort publicly, because of the real and present risk of failure, but finally I thought: life is all about the journey, even if people look at your crimson face with concern as you puff by

Dan Mackie: We’ve Lost Our Minds in Winter

I’m not what you would call a “winter person,” in that I don’t do many skateboard tricks in the half-pipe, rarely zoom down the luge track at 90 miles an hour, and my wife and I stopped ice dancing after losing faith in the judges. I’m more of an “I don’t mind winter’’ person, since the cold doesn’t bother me much, and my two-mile drive to the office doesn’t require nerves of steel. I don’t love snow shoveling, or walking on icy sidewalks that threaten

Dan Mackie: The World According to the VPR Radio Commentaries

Over the holidays we traveled to Hawaii, which was awfully nice, but I’ve been spoiled by the commentaries on Vermont Public Radio. After listening to their reports about Vermont, almost everything on this planet kind of pales in comparison. The radio commentaries are nuanced. Some profess to love Vermont best in summer. Others love Vermont most in winter. Many would choose fall, when Mother Nature seems to paint Vermont with its softest brushes, producing hues that are a little brighter, a little warmer, than those

Dan Mackie: So Much on Our Minds

On one of those pretty days when autumn simply glows, I saw a woman in her yard with a rake in one hand and a cell phone in the other. She was engaged in an energetic conversation, all the while trying to corral runaway leaves, one handed. Based on her body language and volume, she seemed to be telling someone off, or scolding her husband, or foretelling the disaster of the Affordable Care Act. I couldn’t make out the words, but it was clear there