Back to School • 1995
Back to School: Mr. Multiple Choice Lives in Vermont; I Was a Teenage Seminarian; Courses We Wish We Could Take; Philip Baruth Immortalizes Metronome; Ho! Boys Do Good
Backtalk: Ben & Jerry’s, Muddy Waters, Steve Rosenfeld, North Union, Rusty Dewees
UNJUST DESSERTS: Nothing worse than being forced to drive to South Burlington for a magazine that should be available downtown. But even Barnes & Noble ran out of The New Republic last week on account of its cover story: an expose on the “crunchy capitalism” of ice cream entrepreneurs Ben Cohen and Jerry Greenfield. Titled…
Editorial
Are we nuts or what? Two editors, motivated by good writing, venturing into the dog-eat-dog world of publishing? A couple of neophyte entrepreneurs set on succeeding in a business increasingly dominated by Walmartesque conglomerates? Nine months ago we had no intention of owning a paper. We had just invented one we liked a lot —…
Testing, Testing: The 90-year-old champion of the SAT scores big in The Atlantic Monthly
Ask any group of college students what brought them to school in Vermont and their answers will likely range from “skiing” to the family Jeep. Few will flash back to a certain four-hour exam that measured their brain power on a scale of 0 to 800. Those who do recall that sweaty rite of academic…
The Way We Were: A former seminarian revisits alma matters
When you’re in school you never think about reunions 10, 15 or 20 years down the road. Why should you? At 18 you’re still creating the past you’ll someday wax sentimental about. But if you live long enough, one day the letter will arrive in the mailbox announcing a reunion of your graduating class. Mine…
Alison
She was picking up a small stack of four ones — four ones she’d been monitoring for 20 or 30 minutes, trying to tell if they were tip or barchange — when it began again, the need. Four clean dollars in a pile didn’t come along all that often, and as soon as it was…
The Pies Have It: Is pizza a student’s best friend? One very picky critic rates the home-delivered variety
If you were to pile up all the pizza sold in Burlington in just one month, you’d probably have a wobbly tower taller than any of the city’s buildings. Were the tower to topple into Lake Champlain, the resulting tidal wave of grease hurtling toward the Adirondacks would pose an environmental hazard of magnificent proportions.…
The Way We Were: A former seminarian revisits alma matters
When you’re in school you never think about reunions 10, 15 or 20 years down the road. Why should you? At 18 you’re still creating the past you’ll someday wax sentimental about. But if you live long enough, one day the letter will arrive in the mailbox announcing a reunion of your graduating class. Mine…
