On my mad trip through Canada and the Midwest a few weeks ago I was able to see my friend Bill, not once, but twice, which was a tremendous gift. When I dropped down into the States from Ontario, my first stop was in Rolling Prairie, which is where Bill was living when we met oh those many years ago. I can remember visiting him there over forty years ago. Since then, Bill was able to buy back most of the land that his family used to own, and now has his own forty acres (although no mule). He was my best friend in college, and I'm happy to say that we're still dear friends all of these decades later.
ON the morning I left we went for a long drive around his property, and he walked me through all of his projects - which exhausted me just hearing about them.
It's such a lovely spot, and I can definitely see why he's drawn to it. He's one of those folks who I will sincerely miss when we move overseas. I think over the years he and his wife KV have come to visit me more than any of my other friends, and if you're going to track down someone in Vermont they must truly be your friend.
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