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By WILLEM LANGE

This coming Saturday morning, a Boeing 737 Max 8 bound for Denver will be taking off (or at least is scheduled to be taking off) from Logan Airport at 7:19 a.m. This means that my intrepid traveling companion, Bea, and I need to be at the United...

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It’s likely the unavoidable fate of both teenagers and golden-agers that most news reporters and writers are aspiring 20-somethings eager to make splashes. Thus, if a young person with a newly minted driver’s license loses control of their vehicle on...

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Owing to the recent development of a relationship with a much younger lady (of only 76), I’ve been traveling every so often to Nahant, Mass., a few miles north of Boston, for visits. Being a bit of a country rube, I’ve been quite aware of the...

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If you gad about enough and try to do at least one new thing a week, you’re bound to encounter interesting people, educational experiences and exciting situations. A perfect proof of that came up for me last summer, when I trundled across New England...

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During the excitement of Valentine’s Day and the nocturnal activities of the characters who covered the windows of downtown Montpelier with hundreds of red hearts, a significant birthday passed almost unnoticed.While here in the north country of New...

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Change, we have been told, is the only constant. In recent years, we’ve come to believe, change is accelerating at a dizzy pace. And how many times have we heard the phrase “the good old days”?The good old days, I always muse, before antibiotics and...

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Our culture is pretty thoroughly saddled with rituals and celebrations that originated in our distant, non-scientific past, when we considered phenomena the result of supernatural intervention. I guess maybe these rites seem cute or quirky, and are...

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Hagar and I dove into the big rotary at the foot of the Nahant Causeway, trying to judge the volume of traffic on a Sunday noon. The friendly voice of Siri spoke to me in her Irish accent from the dashboard: “At the roundabout, take the first exit...

By WILLEM LANGE

It had been a lovely weekend, courtesy of Martin Luther King, Jr. — lots of pleasant conversation and snacks in the two chairs in the office, supper at Julio’s on Friday, lunch at the Wayside on Saturday, shopping for groceries at the Chopper. Icy...

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The narration, a modern version of the second chapter of Luke, began the old familiar Christmas story. Mary and Joseph shuffled down the church aisle on cue, Mary cuddling a bundle clearly intended to be the baby Jesus, and Joseph strangely...

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For all of your days be prepared, And meet them ever alike: When you are the anvil, bear — When you are the hammer, strike. — Edwin MarkhamThat seemed likes a pleasant little nostrum when I was in high school, so I took it under advisement and tucked...

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It’s for years irritated me that my fellow countrymen know so little about their next-door neighbor to the north. When my friends and I in the Geriatric Adventure Society first began traveling to the Arctic for our biennial canoe trips on the...

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Wednesday, 7/30, 10 p.m. Cold, rainy, windy. Still windbound. Blew hard all day. Fished up and down the canyon with Baird, slept, read. Can’t move till the wind dies. Bob’s barometer still dropping. Half the fuel is gone, and we’ve seen barely a...

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This one kind of fell into our laps. And we made the most of it.On the last day of June I was scheduled to give a talk to the Montgomery (Vt.) Historical Society. Storytelling gigs pretty much petered out during the COVID pandemic and haven’t really...

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It doesn’t take a genius to spot the irresistible threat headed our way from the southwestern United States. Serious changes (along with smoke from forest fires) are in the air. I’m predicting a second wave of immigration and real estate inflation,...

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I discovered the links among strength, body weight and balance during the winter of 1959-60. Working at the Lake Placid bobsled run introduced me to a whole new gang of men, most of them from “the other side of the mountain.” They ranged in age from...

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I’ve lived a great percentage of my life in towns or places that people go to for vacations or getaways. This means that I’ve lived in some lovely places, and also that when it’s been the occasion for a getaway of my own, the traffic has always been...

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I gave Kiki her Kong with a healthy dab of peanut butter inside, promised her I’d be back as soon as possible (the next day; my daughter Martha would pick her up in a couple of hours), tossed my gym bag and rain parka into Hagar and turned his...

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It’s an old New England tradition, when you’ve been invited to visit someone, to adjure them not to fuss. I’ve just spent the weekend at a class reunion at my old school, and I can tell you: They fussed! It’s hard to imagine how we could have been...

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On paper, the Connecticut River and the Rhone don’t look all that different. Each of them is about 300 miles long from the town nearest its source (Pittsburg and Chamonix) to its debouchement into the sea (Long Island Sound and the Mediterranean)....