No Environmentalists Need Apply

Many people on the political scene are anticipating Mitt Romney’s vice presidential choice in a state of high agitation and none are more agitated than I.  Four years ago next month, I had just left the dentist’s office with a face full of novocaine when my boss’s boss called me on my cell and screamed, “McCain just picked Sarah Palin!  The governor of Alaska!  To be his running mate!  We didn’t expect it!  We don’t have a file on her environmental record!  We need one!  Quick!”

I said, “Uhh thih! Uhll geh rugh uh ih!” and drooled a bit (which, for the record, is my only occasion of drooling in relation to Ms. Palin).

So for the past month or so, I’ve been looking at the records of the various Republicans the oracles of punditry have been tossing forth, hoping Mr. Romney stays true to his cautious self and doesn’t go all maverick like Sen. McCain.  (BTW, I loved it when a reporter asked Mr. McCain if Mr. Romney’s tax returns and business history had caused Mr. McCain to pass over him as VP candidate.  Sen. McCain said, no, Ms. Palin was simply a better candidate.  So, one of the GOP’s most senior members thinks a half-term governor who clearly didn’t grasp her own party’s foreign policy positions was a better candidate than its current standard bearer.  Good luck with that.)
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A View From the Bike

It’s summer and I’ve been trying to ride my bike for an hour or so every evening, for a number of reasons: I need exercise and biking spares the joints the way running doesn’t (until I crash), biking helps my body adjust to the heat (since I swelter in a hot little room all day), I see things from my bike that I don’t under any other conditions.

One thing I see are bike lanes, of which Burlington has many (maybe not as many as we need, but we do OK).  The bike lanes are demarcated by a white line and every so often, a stick figure on a bicycle.

(I tried to include a photo of this, but failed to import the photo on a few tries and then imported a huge photo that would have blotted out everything else.  I’m better with simple things, like bikes and – I guess – word pictures.)

To encourage bicycle safety, someone decided the stick figures should wear helmets, but portraying a bicycle helmet on a stick figure is no easy matter and the result (which you’ll have to visit Burlington – or find a friend more adept at computers – to see) looks like a stick figure riding a bike while wearing a chef’s toque.  At first I thought I was riding in a lane reserved for food deliveries.
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Knee High (?)

“Corn should be knee-high by the Fourth of July,” is an agricultural adage applied to various states, but in the northern US where I’ve spent most of my life, it’s generally been a true and good metric for the kind of a summer we’re having in any given year.

Cornfields are never far away in Vermont and I’ve spent more time in the country this year than recent others so I can testify that a good deal of our corn is waist-high and beyond.

That’s good, I guess.  It’s been hot here.  (This sentence will elicit groans from readers, I know.  It’s been hot everywhere.)  Ninety-degree weather in June is not typical for Vermont.  We’ve had a good mix of sun and rain, however, which means the barns are bursting with hay and some crops are doing well.

The apple crop, on the other hand, got hammered.  The early warmth of March followed by cool spells in April and May knocked down the projected crop by half.  The same early warmth also took the legs out from under the maple syrup crop and any year in which we have poor syrup and apples crops is bad news for Vermont agriculture.
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Syrup on Jambalaya

Strange as it seems, Vermont has much in common with Louisiana.  Both states have a relatively large city (Burlington/New Orleans) which in many ways dominates the state’s profile, but folks who live outside that city take pains to disassociate themselves from it.  (“Burlington is close to Vermont,” is the refrain here.)

Each state has a smaller, capital city (Baton Rouge/Montpelier) a short distance (72/36 miles) up the road and the major city/capital city axis tends to carry significant political weight and is resented by the rest of the state.

Like Louisiana, Vermont’s politics tends to be dominated by a single party, which in Vermont’s case was Republican 50 years ago and is now predominantly Democratic (as opposed to Louisiana, which made the opposite switch). What this means in an election year – this election year – is that the only race of real interest will be the Democratic primary for the attorney general’s office.
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Decent Family Men

Forty-four years ago this spring, my mother loosed a weekly stream of invective against Sen. Robert F. Kennedy (D-NY).  A conservative Irish Catholic who had voted for JFK, she thought Bobby had betrayed his earlier, hard-line anti-Communist stance, then carpet-bagged his way in to the Senate.  Now she saw his presidential campaign as more political opportunism.

A few weeks after my seventh birthday, Mom called my brother and I one morning and told us Sen. Kennedy had been murdered the night before.  “I know you’ve heard me say a lot of things about him,” she said, “but I never, never wanted this to happen.  We can disagree, but this is not how we settle disputes in our country.  He has a wife and children and my heart goes out to them.  We should say prayers for him and his family.”

That’s my first political memory; it clearly left an impression.  I’ve been thinking about that lately, not merely because the anniversary of Sen. Kennedy’s death, but because I’m worried about Barack Obama.

No wonder he went so easy on the Secret Service after the Colombia debacle.  He’s going to need those guys.  Why now, more so than in 2008?  What’s the difference?  The difference is Mr. Obama’s first term in office.
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Politics By Other Means

Germany, with two wins and no losses, is looking like the team to beat in the Euro 2012 socc… er, football tournament now underway in host nations Poland and Ukraine.  The Dutch team, with no wins, has been the surprising disappointment – so far.  This ain’t over yet.

I admit I’m not a big fan of association football and I’m aided in that by the sports press in the US, which is a pale reflection of the intense interest expressed in the tournament around the world, even in nations outside Europe (although two-thirds of North America might be an exception to this).

I further admit my interest in the tournament is less athletic than cultural and political.  I wonder if Euro 2012 might be to the 21st century what the 1936 Berlin Olympics were to the 20th.

On the plus side, both German goals against the Netherlands were scored by the adept German forward Mario Gomez.  Yes, that’s right, Mario Gomez.  Although his father, Pepe, is from Spain, his mother is German and Herr Gomez was born and raised in Upper Swabia region of Baden-Wuerttemberg (the same region my grandmother was from).
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Bustin’ Out All Over

Three weeks ago, I picked up two nucleus colonies of Vermont-bred bees up near the Canadian border and installed them in my back yard.  It feels good to be an actual, rather than theoretical, beekeeper again.  They say every beekeeper will make every mistake possible and in that regard, I imagine I’m a prodigy, after killing off two hives last fall.

The queens seem to be laying at a happy rate and last Saturday I put second deep boxes on each hive.  The weather has been a mix of sun and rain, which means water, nectar and pollen should be available.  I fed the hives for the first few weeks, to help them get up to strength and I’ll be neurotically checking them as we move along.

I have yet to learn my pollen flows as thoroughly as more veteran beekeepers, but I know a few of the obvious ones.  Cottonwood trees, members of the poplar family are filling the air with their seeds, borne aloft on the fluffy white sails that give the tree its common name.  They’re early this year, as so many other plants have been.  I expect the flights of “cotton” in the second and third weeks of June, but I started noticing them around Memorial Day this year.
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