One of the great blessings, and there have been many, of the last several years has been having my son living here in Vermont. For over a year he lived about two miles away, which meant that we got together a couple times of week, even if it was only for late night dessert at Denny's. Last year he moved to the other side of the state, so I don't see him as much but still quite a bit. I'm going to head over to his place for a longer stay this summer (I can unsuccessfully write at his desk as unsuccessfully as I can at mine) but normally I just drive over for Saturday stays. A couple of weeks ago on a visit we did normal dad and son (at least this dad and son things) like go catch a movie (we both really liked
A Quiet Place) and discussed philosophy and religion - and he took me over to Bellows Falls, which actually has a pretty vibrant little downtown. He's a wonderful man, which I mainly assign to his mother.
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I love this picture, standing in front of the Bellows Falls sign. |
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And here he is walking me through the complexities of the Bellows Falls Diner menu. We clearly have a thing for diners, as his Dutch Mill sweatshirt shows.
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