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Vermont’s aging population is pleading for help up there, and people who want to work in this country are being beaten back at the Rio Grande. Go figure.

American men start to pick up books on Rome or dial in the History Channel for its endless depictions of gladiators and battle strategy almost the minute they turn 50.

Another lame-ass winter brings thoughts of cabin life up north. Way up north.

My parents’ generation had a pretty good idea of how to have a good time.

Who says it’s passé? Good news and fine times in a YouTube music search.

It’s important to “be of good cheer,” as the old folks used to say, not just during the winter holiday weeks but all year long.

If Greece and Turkey could reach a rapprochement it would not be too far-fetched to imagine that other ancient antipathies could be similarly dealt with. One can hope.

You may have been a teenager in the 1980s if . . .

I have vowed while breath is still in me not to be such an a-hole on the tennis court, to be charitable when it comes to my partners and opponents.

Early darkness and the bell music from the Presbyterian Church make me think of my grandmother, who lived just up the driveway from the Star office.

When holiday protocol is violated.

Present-day ideas about land rights on the East End can be traced back to the English, who set out their plantations on the Island in the middle of the 17th century, and it is illuminating to see what laws came first.