Log Cabin Chronicles


John Mahoney is editor of the Log Cabin Chronicles.

Thanks Canada
Posted 09.8.189
Robert Meadows (Circuit Court Judge, Florida) wrote: "Have you ever stopped to consider how lucky we Americans are to have the neighbors we have? Look around the globe at who some folks have been stuck sharing a border with over the past half century..."

Posted 1.31.17

Fever Dreams at -26 C

Posted 1.4.17

Don't do a Cliff, eh?

I See My First American Open-Carry Guy
Posted 08.08.16

I saw him at Taft's Corners in Williston, Vermont, at the Majestic 10 Cinema on July 31. It was approximately 5:45 p.m. outside Theater No. 1 where the (new, bad) Jason Bourne flick was playing.

How to make a (shakuhchi) flute quivver
Posted 06.26.16

I settled on this low-cost method of carrying a flute(s) on my daily meditation/play/walk up the Muskrat Lake shoreline path to the local park overlook, and other treks. This includes our annual week's vacation in July at Newport, Vermont, overlooking beautiful Lake Memphremagog, where each day at sunrise I play shakuhachi and NAFs from the high front steps of St. Mary's church looking down the lake for miles into Quebec.

The Shakuhachi journey continues
Posted 08.24.15

Some years ago, back in Quebec, two of my musical buddies coalesced into the duo Country Subway. Their motto: "It's not going anywhere, and it's leaving right now..." And they made some fine music in those days.

Five years ago, when I was 75, I hopped aboard my own train knowing full well that I didn't have 10,000 hours left to become a halfway decent shakuhachi player. However, I reckoned that if I put in one to two hours every day I might be able to play a mindful Ro or three, learn to breathe, and experience Ma regularly before I take my last kick at the can.

Since then, I've try to make shakuhachi/mediation/mindfulness the center of my daily life.

Flute Pilgrim, Shakuhachi Wanderer
Posted 04.29.15

I came under the spell of the shakuhachi some 45 years ago, during the same period that I was introduced to Zen Buddhism and the teachings of Shunryu Suzuki Roshi by Mark Abrams, one of my photography students at Goddard College in Plainfield, Vermont. I shall be forever grateful.
John Mahoney is the publisher of the Log Cabin Chronicles. This is the first in a projected series on his Shakuhachi journey.

Going on Nineteen Years
Posted 04.24.14

COBDEN, ONTARIO | The daily Log Cabin Chronicles is now in its 19th year on-line.

Playing Taps for Rick
Posted 09.09.13

COBDEN, ONTARIO | I said goodbye to my man Rick last Thursday. I used my Japanese shakuhachi, low Irish whistle, and a Native American-style flute made from a sunflower stalk to wish him safe passage. The last short piece was "Taps."

Some very good grub in a tiny Ontario village
Posted 08.26.13

BURNSTOWN, ONTARIO | I had the best feed of Japanese-style (panko) breaded pickerel ($24) ever, the other night at the Blackbird Café here in this tiny crossroads hamlet on the Madawaska River.

Thinking about Dean
Posted 08.04.13

COBDEN, ONTARIO | No, really, this is about me thinking about me thinking about Dean Blay, my oldest childhood buddy from our earliest days on the Eastside in Newport, Vermont.

In which we try our luck staying at a Vermont Bed and Breakfast
Posted 07.16.13

HYDE PARK, VT | The lovely Fitch Hill Inn here has my vote for one of the best BnBs in Vermont. Anyway you want to measure it -- class, comfort, or dollar signs -- it is simply outstanding. From the moment we walked in the front door we felt "at home."

Always ready for lunch
Posted 01.30.13

COBDEN, ONTARIO | When I began this journey in April 2012 of getting well through eating well -- and exercise and meditation - I first had to learn what people with diabetes, fatty livers, and high blood pressure should not ingest, including alcohol. The forbidden list was long and oh, so delicious.

How doing/eating the "right thing" can come back and bite you in the ass
Posted 01.21.13

COBDEN, ONTARIO | We added quinoa -- a cereal-like grain -- to our food staples this past year because white rice is a no-no for a diabetic like me, and I have to limit my intake of potatoes to keep my sugar numbers down.

How a lowly paper clip repaired my spaceship
Posted 01.14.13

COBDEN, ONTARIO | Okay, so it wasn't a space ship -- it was my high-tech Keurig Coffee Brewer. But, I did use a paper clip to fix it which saved my so-called life, so I reckon I won. Or at least didn't go completely stark-raving batshit from lack of morning joe.

Don't do as I say, eh?
Posted 01.12.13

COBDEN, ONTARIO | Let me be clear: I do not urge you to do as I have done and continue to do: Lose weight, and stabilize it for height, frame, and age; Lower blood pressure and maintain a "normal" range; exercise regularly; meditate or practice any "mindfulness" techniques.

Eat shit and die, Fat Boy
Posted 12.31.12

COBDEN, ONTARIO | This thought was ricocheting inside my head as the doctor said she was putting me on daily Ramapril for high blood pressure and Metformin twice a day for Type 2 Diabetes. Ye shall reap what ye have sown -- no one's fault but my own: More than 50 lbs. overweight; a serious salt junkie; an immoderate lover of Irish whiskey, ice-cold vodka, red wine; an indulger of available pies and cakes, ice cream topped with maple syrup, prone to keep a not-small dish of licorice candy at hand.

"You have diabetes."
Posted 12.03.12

COBDEN, ONTARIO | The doctor was blunt: "You have diabetes." She didn't stop there.

"The doctor wants to see you..."
Posted 11.18.12

COBDEN, ONTARIO | This morning I weighed in at 164.5 lbs. -- a tad under what I weighed in December, 1953, when I completed Basic Infantry Combat Training at age 18 with Easy Company, 20th Infantry Regiment, in Fort Ord, California. That's 55 lbs. less than I weighed at this time last year, and 40 lbs. less than seven months ago -- when I was diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes.

Goodbye to all that long-gun rubbish, and good riddance
I'm no fan of Prime Minister Harper and Canada's Conservative government, but they are doing one thing right: scrapping the country's long-gun registry.

If your child steals, what will you do about it?
If your daughter surreptitiously takes $450 from your purse and spends it, will you consider it stealing? What will you do if your son -- without permission -- charges $450 worth of iPod games to your credit card?

Fifty-six years ago today I enlisted in the US Army. I was 17 and had no idea what I was doing.

That's what US Rep. Joe 'You Lie!' Wilson -- aka Addison Graves Wilson, Sr.,. Republican of South Carolina -- really yelled during President Obama's health care address. And that's really what all the crazies are screeching at Town Hall Meetings, parades and protests, on YouTube with their code words:

Yes, Obama is guilty
Of course he is. Just look at him. President Obama is barely half white.

Big game hunter, me (570)
The Powers That Be don't allow elimination by lead here in Cobden on the Muskrat. That puts me in the armed but not dangerous category.

Hound Dogging It (170)
Got dandelions? Thistles? Hate poison? Too creaky and twisted to get down on your arthritic knees and grub the suckers out? Sisters and brothers, assemble right overhere and pay attention:

Suffer, the little children (123)
When the economy goes down the toilet, who suffers most? The little people.

On blowing my brains out, daily (400)
Earlier this year I tried to reconnect with my inner flute. It felt so good I began to do it every day.

Johnny, I'll see you when I see you (475)
On the untimely death of an old friend

More than 100,000 see video *capture* of Baby Memphe on YouTube (430)
More than 100,000 fans have logged on to YouTube and LogCabinTV.com to watch Babe Lake Monster Captured, a short video that purportedly documents the netting and examination of a baby Memphre.

Blowjob Bill, Mission-accomplished George, and their miserable, embarrassing, continuing failures (350)
Oh, thatÕs so harsh, Johnny boy. Whatever are you saying?

The LCC enters 13th year on_line (380)
And what a strange dozen years it has been.

Del's Diner: First in an occasional series on various eateries here and there (365)
The smell of a new car always makes me hungry, especially if IÕm doing a road test at lunchtime. The pressure increases if the rig is bright red.

Coco Jarry: First in an occasional series on various eateries here and there (320)
I turn leery when I ask for a simple garden salad with my steak instead of mixed vegetables and potato and the lovely young waitress with a lovely young smile says: "That will be extra."

Not another young Western life wasted, not another young Western body maimed (300)
I heard the word "Allah!" over and over again, so it was clear they were invoking the name they give the all-merciful, all-loving God. I understood the whistles and cheers, the sound of clapping, the pointing of fingers, the pumping of hands and fists. The men were high-spirited, passionate.

Questions I'm being asked about leaving Fool's Hollow (190)
Q: Is it true you're selling the Hovel and moving to Ontario?

Citizen, we know who you are (300)
See, there are now the Good Guys, the patriots who are charged with keeping the Homeland safe from terrorists and criminals. And then there is Everybody Else.

Had enough, America? (250)
Listen, you're all invited to read this but I'm specifically addressing the morons who put Bush et al in control of the Universe as we know it.

Retired QC physician self-publishes photo book (380)
SHERBROOKE, QC | Just in time for High Summer, Dr. Robert 'Bob' Paulette's new photographic portrait of Quebec's Eastern Townships has just come off the press. The Eastern Townships contains some 100 of Paulette's color photographs made over the years throughout the backroads of this lovely region of southern Quebec.

Quebec's Educationist Shuck & Dive Squad (450)
Q: What glows and stinks like dead fish in the moonlight?
A: The so-called school kids' Laptop Initiative bulldogged by the Eastern Townships School Board (ETSB).

A Red Meat Day At The Cow Palace (560)
DERBY CENTER, VT | If you're a Vegan, read no further. This here piece is about red meat and whiskey followed by pie and ice cream.

Veteran QC newspaper editor retires (1100)
SHERBROOKE, QC | It's a far piece to travel from the Gaspé to the Eastern Townships but not as far as from the tiny Gaspé SPEC community newspaper to the editorship of the daily Sherbrooke Record.

I get mail and some of it's strange (300)
FOOL'S HOLLOW, QC | Every now and then I receive these strange e-mail messages. Sometimes, someone, somewhere, is annoyed with me for my trash-writing. I most always reply in a kindly fashion -- rarely do I Dick Cheney them with a GFY answer.

The kindness of strangers (700)
Yes, I know, we live in hectic times here on the mean streets of the early twenty-first century. Really, who has the time and extra energy to be…nice.

Stanstead, Quebec's new Granite Museum (900)
If all the bits and pieces fall into place, Stanstead's new granite promotion center will open for business before Christmas.

Still buggered by Barney Google (600)
Well, misterman, I was so friggin' pleased when I read how well Google is doing these days. I've never liked being screwed without being kissed, but in Google's case I'm making an exception.

QC weekly Stanstead Journal editor moves to daily Sherbrooke Record (195)
STANSTEAD, QC | Patrick Lavery, former editor of the Stanstead Journal, has joined the reporting team at the daily Sherbrooke Record. He was the fourth editor at the 160-year-old community newspaper in the past two years.

Return of the Branch Manager (600)
FOOL'S HOLLOW, QUEBEC | Jim Jory is 80 now, but he's still a good man to have on your side when you have tree problem.

Part 1: There's Niagara on the Lake and then there's the Other Place (1000)
a lot of people visit notul every day, in every month of the year, and many of them are very tanned and very cool looking, and speak in many tongues.

Part 2: There's Niagara on the Lake and then there's the Other Place (700)
A lot of people visit Notul every day, in every month of the year, and many of them are very tanned and very cool looking, and speak in many tongues.

How to catch trouts (225)
LENNOXVILLE, QC | Cause to have constructed a deep pond. Source it with constantly flowing cold, clean water. Stock it with speckled trout - locally, a loonie each at the hatchery.

Poutine, as quick as you can say 'Shanannie' (390)
DERBY LINE, VT | How does a fella feed his poutine hungries in a small Vermont border village like this? Or come Sunday morning and a girl gets a hankering for eggs benedict?

Thank God they're not taking MY house (345)
DERBY LINE, VT | Residents here breathed a collective sigh of relief on Wednesday when they finally saw what the US government has in mind for the revamped Customs/Immigration facility on I-91.

Still longing for my stuff, UPS (500)
Bobbin Mill Road is a short, dead-end street. There are just seven houses on the right hand side of the street. My friend Charlie lives in the last house on the right.

No cheers for Bell Canada, eh? (635)
"No, no," I explain, "It's not an Internet problem, it's a telephone line problem. Your guys have done something to the wire connections up the road, n'est ce pas?"

No cheers for Bell Canada, eh? (635)
"No, no," I explain, "It's not an Internet problem, it's a telephone line problem. Your guys have done something to the wire connections up the road, n'est ce pas?"

I met a man from Pondicherry (700)
Suddenly, a vicious undertow struck. It sucked us under the water. We struggled to save the children. It was clear that we were lost. We saw our own three children waving on the beach. "We're going to die," said Martha.

America, for shame, for shame (380)
Do not prattle to me any more about being the Land of the free and the home of the brave. Do not try to con me with your drivel about being one nation under God. Do not snarl your disbelief that torture is a tool in your government's bag of tricks, and to expose it is treason.

Methane-powered electric plant delayed (300)
COVENTRY, VT | Plans to construct a 5-megawatt methane-powered electrical generating plant at the massive Casella landfill here have been temporarily stalled by the state Public Service Board.

Crazy as a shithouse rat (220)
COVENTRY, VT | You've always loved the music of the Phish. They're your heroes. You'd lay down your cape over a mud puddle for them, you'd give them all your money.

Securing America Forever (550)
To continue to reward the affluent and powerful, insure the domestic tranquillity, and present to the world a united front, we need to re-order American society once and for all.

Remembering an excellent lady (350)
I introduced myself to her and she said she remembered me and promptly demanded an accounting of my life since graduation some two decades previously.

Eye Op II (580)
I'm feeling vulnerable, sitting half-naked in the OR lounge (Ha! Talk about euphemisms.). I'm waiting for the surgeon to slice open my eyeball, suck out the old cloudy lens, and slip in a piece of expensive plastic that promises to restoreth my vision to the eagle-eyed days of yore.

What in hell are we doing? (500)
The real problem with the NEWS-VT landfill in Coventry, Vermont, is not Casella Waste Management's expansion plan. The real problem is you and me. Truth is, we're garbage addicts. But we don't want it buried in our backyards.

Activists kill dwarf-tossing bash (200)
The Annual Tossing of the Dwarves Day celebration here was abruptly cancelled early this morning following court action by an activist group.

The eye in the storm (560)
This painless procedure, Dr. Laser assures him, will get rid of the tiny opaque nasties left over from the cataract surgery/lens implant he did last December. Johnny is enthused about the prospects, if not the procedure. He assures the Silver Fox they will be on their way home long before dark.

Canadian opponents of Vermont landfill expansion make the issue international (750)
NEWPORT, VT | Opposition to the massive dump expansion plan in the Lake Memphremagog watershed here went international Thursday evening in a big way.

Student supports angry faculty
but hopes for a short strike
LENNOXVILLE, QC | The first-ever faculty strike at Bishop's University here has a Lyndon Institute alumna from Vermont a tad worried.

Canadian plea: 'Don't enlarge your dump' (650)
NEWPORT, VT | A Quebec environmental group has urged a Vermont regulatory board to reject plans to expand the Green Mountain state's largest landfill, which is in the Lake Memphremagog watershed.

Toxic Time Bomb #2 (550)
NEWPORT, VT | Everyone official from Governor Jim Douglas down to the city rat catcher here appears to have faith in Vermont's Big Dump Guy. They all want to believe him when he says he'll never do anything to pollute beautiful Lake Memphremagog.

There's a time bomb in our back yard (250)
COVENTRY, VT | They've created a potentially toxic time bomb in the Lake Memphremagog watershed and now they want to almost double it's size. On Thursday, at 7 p.m. in theTown Hall here, they'll be looking for faith-based approval to truck in 2500 tons of waste a day.

Misterman, if you live in snow country, you owe it to yourself to get a Snohoe.
You know how it is: on a winter morning you go outside and the car is covered with fresh snow. Which you must remove before driving to town to replenish your liquor cabinet.

Pioneer aviator inducted posthumously into Quebec Air and Space Museum Hall of Fame
Roger Smith was born to fly. His life-long love affair with airplanes began in 1928 when he was 15 and ended only last August when he died at age 90 -- just three months before he was inducted into the Quebec Air and Space Museum Hall of Fame.

Award-winning Stanstead Journal editor out of a job - owner says Ross Murray 'resigned' (200)
STANSTEAD, QC | The veteran editor of the 158-year-old Stanstead Journal says he has been "mentally fired" by the new owner, Jean-Yves Durocher of Rock Island.

The Intrepid Trio, in search of Autumn Color, meets Bronson Johnson, the Seamless Gutter King of Milton, and the Sky God of Northern Vermont (1200)
We came to the mountain in search of autumn color only to have our visual delights cut short too soon by the capricious Sky God of northern Vermont. Our Intrepid Trio was not disappointed, no, for not only did we glimpse fine foliage but we met up with Bronson Johnson, the Seamless Gutter King from Milton.

Joining up with Uncle Sam (550)
I got on the bus as 17-year-old Johnny Mahoney, wearing jeans and white bucks. Within minutes of getting off the bus I was sworn in as Pvt. John Mahoney, RA1127386, and I was pointed like a guided missile towards Easy Company of the 20th Infantry Regiment in Fort Ord, California.

Seadoo Fascists (350)
"No," I told my grandson Ben, "it isn't legal to shoot them. You can't even fire a warning shot over their bows."

The Final Word (700)
Closing remarks delivered at the annual Newport, Vermont High School Alumni Association banquet on Saturday, July 19, at the East Side Restaurant in Newport, Vermont.

An instant love affair (300)
I'm in love. And it happened in the wink of an eye. The instant I fanned through the 180 pages of the Lee Valley Hardware Catalog for 2002/2003, I knew I had to possess it.

A good man gone (440)
If justice exists anywhere in this universe, and there is anything at all after life on this abused and tortured planet, David McLauchlin is fishing somewhere out there.

But it's my lake monster (440)
Yup, this ex-flatlander woman down in Newport, Vermont -- Barbara Malloy aka Mrs. Murgatroyd -- is obsessed with the belief that she owns and controls all rights to and expressions of the mythological sea serpent that dwells in Lake Memphremagog.

Beautiful Waters lake monster re-surfaces (200)
Yes, that's the bald-faced fact: our Fo-kam cameras caught the elusive lake monster humping its way down the lake. A section of the monster's back appeared briefly above the surface, distorted into three humps -- yes, three glistening wet humps -- by its natural forward-motion rhythm.

Throw the rascals out (400)
If Premier Bernard Landry and his Quebécois secessionists are kicked out of power in Monday's election, they can do some partial fingerpointing at a descendant of Ralph the Pagan, a vassal of William the Conqueror.

Come, celebrate Spring! Toss a dwarf or two... (500)
The highlight of the day is the hilarious Tossing of the Dwarves, which traditionally has been taken place on both sides of manure-filled ditch. However, due to concerted pressure from outside agitators, this year a line will be drawn in a sandbox and the participating dwarves will be tossed across the line.

The dying will begin soon (250)
Torn and bloodied, once-lusty young men and women will call out for their mothers. Others will moan and whimper at the end.

An angel was watching
The seven young men who narrowly escaped freezing to death this past weekend during an all-night ordeal on the wild side of Jay Peak are facing a hefty rescue bill.

Exercise -- it's a no-brainer (325)
So, before Christmas the Silver Fox obtains for moi a gift certificate for thirty days trial access to the local torture chamber, aka the gym.

All watched over by machines of loving grace (350)
I am feeling ever so much secure living next to the brave old homeland since I learned that the US Government plans to watch over us with unmanned spy drones.

Vermont wine tasting epic (900)
Misterman, just down the driveway we discover the North River Winery retail outlet. The big sign reads: Free Wine Tastings! The big flag reads: OPEN. The young lady standing behind the bottle grins as we push through the door.

The era of the Patriot Tipster (450)
The Bush Administration is busily tapping into that repressive predisposition that has been part of the American psyche since the Puritans landed at Plymouth Rock.

Radio Missisquoi adopts 2-frequency strategy to get on the air (450)
KNOWLTON, QC | The directors of Radio Communautaire Missisquoi (RCM) will ask the Canadian government to allow it to broadcast on two frequencies to fully cover its listener area.

Canada's official National Rodent moves in
I got helluva shock Monday when I walked down back to the swampy area where the two small brooks converge. The beavers have moved in and are beavering away. Let the chips fall where they may and all that.

Book Review: Granite & Cedar: The People and the Land of Vermont's Northeast Kingdom
To begin, there was the thrill of recognition. I knew these faces in my heart, I knew these buildings, those small vistas, the dead cars behind the barn. This was home and home, said Robert Frost, is the place where, when you go there, they have to take you in.

Radio Missisquoi vows to fight on
KNOWLTON, QC | Bloodied but not down and out, backers of Radio Communautaire Missisquoi (RCM) have vowed to fight on to get their community radio station on the air.

Chill winds from lawyers blow
Basically, the lawyers say that if I don't do a Soviet -- delete all traces of the story and pretend for history it never existed, and "rectify" the information about the contract award -- then the Townshippers Association (TA) reserves the right to come down on the LCC like ugly on ape.

O mi God, we've got us a maple sap drip controversy (780)
It started innocently enough. Charlie Tetreault, my Newport, Vermont bureau chief, e-mailed a digital photograph of a drop of sap dripping from a spout into a sap bucket.

Nervous about anthrax? Actually, it's not a new story in North America. (715)
Yes, people are jittery about foreign terrorists unleashing deadly germs like anthrax into the air they breathe, the water they drink. What kind of monsters, they ask, would commit such a heinous act? But Canada, like the U.S. and the U.K., is no stranger to the production of anthrax for use in germ warfare. And it's not a new story -- it goes back more than sixty years. In 1937, Canada and the United States created a super-secret germ warfare research facility on Grosse Ile in the St. Lawrence River, thirty miles from Quebec City. It was in operation for two decades, until the mid-1950s. Its deadly products: anthrax and tuleremia -- rabbit fever.

What price liberty? (475)
Curtailment of certain basic freedoms, it will be argued in cleverest of Newspeak, is necessary -- that is the price of freedom. Are you ready to produce upon demand to any 'authority' figure -- cop, rent-a-cop, bus driver -- your national identification card?

Kayaking Vermont's Black River (840)
Bass and I slide our rented kayaks into the Black River just outside of Coventry, at the Fish & Game access on U.S. Route 5. In this part of Vermont, the rivers run north and that's where we're headed at 8:30 this Monday morning.

A Fool"s Hollow Weekend
Then my old chum Captain My Captain arrives in mid-morning with very large trailer of damp horseshit he's acquired from some horsey folks over by the lake.

Quebec's Wired Family Program
Our separatist Quebec government has just spent $170 million dollars to lure 200,000 families onto the Information Highway. I wonder if the Pequistes realize that in cyberspace, most of the traffic signs are in English. And wherever did they find the money?

Travels with the Bog Man
Except for birdsong and the occasional rustling of a soft breeze through the trees it was silent but there were stories everywhere: The deer trails were damp and well-trafficked; here a coyote had left his fur-filled scat...

A case for public executions
Satisfy public blood lust, raise money, and everybody wins. Well, almost everybody.

No such thing as a free lunch
Just because you were born free doesn't mean you will get a free ride the rest of your born days. And spare me that tired old song about how information wants to be free.

Little girl, dying, gets her Christmas wish
It started with a wrong number.
John Mahoney, editor, Log Cabin Chronicles.

Still being screwed by the PQ
And they never kiss you first.

Mayor under the gun
Mayor Harvey Lothrop of Stanstead East believes his council is out to get him, and his family.

Quebec ID cards: a bad idea whose time has come (350 words) First voluntary, then mandatory, then what?

Quebec budget includes family surfing subsidies (500 words)
The family that surfs together, stays together. John Mahoney, Editor, Log Cabin Chronicles.

Big guy versus little guy
National food corporation tries to squash small Vermont maple producer.

Teaching English in Quebec
In the French school system, you really don't have to speak it to teach it, it seems.

The Bag Balm Story
Shania Twain, Dr. Daniels, et moi...slip-sliding away.
Country Superstar inadvertantly helps small local niche business to soar.

The new town hall sign (250 words)
Sawed, sealed, and solid as the rock of Gibraltar.

I wasn't always a Grits Guy
Now, sometimes, in the middle of the night...

Journalism II
How not to make friends, influence people, get rich, or win ~ be a journalist.

Can a free press survive in the U.S.?
An inquiry into the question that, given the conflicting interests of the people, business interests, politicians, government agencies and the courts, is it possible to strike a socially acceptable balance and still have a fair and vigorous free press whose right to function is fully protected by the First Amendment?

Just Folks
Howard Reed was an early Vermont aviator, a stone carver who took pride in craftsmanship, and a maker of fine violins. Not bad for a boy from tiny Graniteville, Quebec.

Jim Jory is our local branch manager
He climbs right to the top and power saws them down.

Pie à la mode
No more glory days at the Hotel Cambridge.

Tom Paxton: Folk singer with the right stuff.
Still seeing it and singing it straight.

Just Folks: Banoist John Steven Foster
He builds his banjos out of gourds.

Why I Won't Buy Altoid Mints
Who needs a company that does porno ads with kids?

A bike trail doesn't run through it.
Bad feelings in Fool's Hollow.

Waiting for the barbarians
Words, pictures. A picture story, of sorts.
With abject apologies to Constantine Cavafy.

To get the job done, get some grannies
Weir Memorial Park lacked playground equipment and these two grannies got tired of waiting for someone to take action...

The night the Dutch girls came to town
It was a dark and sultry night and no one was waiting for them...

All aboard the Foliage Special
You can get there from here this Vermont autumn.

A memorial plaque comes home
Quebec Diver Jacques Boisvert discovers stolen church memorial at the bottom of beautiful Lake Memphremagog.

Wrong scapegoat, guys
French cops absolve photographers in Di's demise.

Bubba seeks Bambi
The Quebec roadhunter on the move, slowly.

Quebec moves against English-only web sites
Separatists claim web pages violate the law.

Quebec cracks down on business cards
Don't hand out English cards unless specifically asked.
Pequistes say that's a no-no.

Bring on the clones (450 words)
Separation delayed is not necessarily separation denied.
In which the editor sees hope for Quebec's separatists in the Cloning Game. Baaa, baaa...

Pizza Cruising Lake Memphremagog
Join us on the Princess. Have a slice and brew...

Call a cop? No, call the garbageman (600 words)
Quebec's Tiny Brains have doubled the cost of so-called police protection and you still never see them when you need them. The garbageman, however, is always on time.

Did James Earl Ray kill Martin Luther King?
He went to his death denying it. Here's a letter he wrote me about a review of his book that I wrote.

Looking for heroes
Where to find them in a world gone weird.

Bill Gardyne, The Knife Guy (1300 words)
This Vermonters has a thing for old things, and a serious passion for antique knives.
John Mahoney, Editor, Log Cabin Chronicles.

Goodnight Irene (1000 words)
Irene Blandford, well-loved educator and supporter of the Stanstead Historical Society, dies at 82.
By John Mahoney, Editor, Log Cabin Chronicles.

Duct tape: take it along
Don't even go on vacation without it.
By John Mahoney editor, Log Cabin Chronicles.

Tae Kwan Do expert Julie Lebrun
At 102 pounds, she's a fighting contender.
By John Mahoney, Editor, Log Cabin Chronicles.

Why Rosemary turned blue. (1000 words)
Retired schoolteacher wages war on silver nostrums.
By John Mahoney.

In the nose of the beholder
Your amygdala knows when something is rotten in Denmark.
By John Mahoney.

Talking Country
Flatlander, you, too, can learn to talk right.
By John Mahoney.

What did you do on your summer vacation?
It's not always so easy to kick back.
By John Mahoney.

Cold enough for ya? (1000 words)
Perverse gloating about 3-dog nights.
By John Mahoney..

The things that go bump in the night are us
Summer camp life in a 24-foot tin box.
By John Mahoney, Editor, Log Cabin Chronicles.

Watch your wallet
A modest proposal for municipal revenue enhancement.
By John Mahoney, Editor, Log Cabin Chronicles.

Remembering Christmas 1953
I was a young soldier then, and a long way from home.
By John Mahoney, Editor, Log Cabin Chronicles.

Remembering Chicago 1968
It's been 28 years since I returned from the last Democratic convention in Chicago but I still remember the heat and the hate.

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