Changing

 The weekend before last we headed to the local Grange to attend a Bob Dylan Wannabe Concert to raise money for the Montpelier free clinic - and, of course, knew people on stage - all of which is about the most Vermont thing you could possibly say. It was one of those bittersweet evenings. On the one hand it was a reminder, and one that I guess I didn't need, of what a special community we live in. On the other hand, it was almost painful for everyone to join together at the end for a group singalong of The Times They Are A-Changin'. There were a lot of 70 year old who gave their times and money in support of a noble cause, and championing the spirit of the 1960s in the process, while at the same time the majority of the young men in my class are visiting for Trump. 

At the end all of the performers sang a rousing version of The Times They Are A-Changin', which was both lovely, and as I proposed above, heartbreaking.

We were so happy that G3 and Ali were able to join us for the performance. 

Noli, Ali's sister, a proud possessor of her first driver's license, drove up to the wilderness for the weekend.

My friend Art, who I've known for twenty years through Champlain, was performing, and it was great to see him. It reminded us to get together more often for breakfast.