Becoming Brats
Wednesday, July 8th, 2009by Tao, Brattleboro, VT
Now that we have the vibe down here in Brattleboro, I’m trying to feel the Tao of things here. One of the things I’m noticing here is that EVERYONE IS REALLY REALLY FRIENDLY. If someone bumps you in line at the coffee counter, they don’t just say, “‘cuse me” and look away, but they will most likely put their hand on your arm, look you in the eye and exclaim, “I bumped right into you – I’m so sorry!” Then you get to tell them how very much you didn’t mind that you were bumped and you both smile and say something about the good coffee that this place serves.
Yesterday, I stopped for gas at the edge of town and found what could very well be the last surviving full-service station. I was confused at first and had to make sure the attendant actually meant to pump my gas for me. Indeed, he did, and with a huge smile included. So, just because I could, I said, “Fill ‘er up, then!”. I watched as he gracefully moved from one car to another, smiling and filling tanks – it almost looked like a dance. I tried to go inside to pay by credit card, but he insisted he would take it in for me. When he returned, I asked him if I was supposed to tip him (this was all new to me, what can I say?) He gave me another smile and shrugged his shoulders. I laughed, dug in my bag and pulled out a few bucks. Who knew you could have so much fun at a gas station?
This same day, I was sitting outside the food co-op, having a rather intense phone conversation with a friend and carelessly had moved to a bench and left my bag on the ground. At least 20 minutes later, I discovered what I had done. The bag, holding my camera, among other things, was gone and I was pretty bummed. Not truly convinced there was much hope, I decided to ask inside the co-op if anyone had found my bag. The woman behind the counter pulled it out with a big smile and told me the person had tried calling the phone number on the camera. I expressed my relief and went outside to call the number to thank the finder profusely for both making my day and confirming my faith in people. He seemed to shrug it off as he told me he recognized my area code and that he once had a girlfriend from NC. We then had a pleasant conversation about where I lived and where she lived…and a few more things, like the weather, or something like that, before we wished each other well and hung up.
Then there’s this unusal intersection. It happens to be the busiest, most precarious area in downtown, but for some reason, it has no stop or yeild signs of any kind. Instead, there just seems to be this strange, unspoken courtesy that carries everyone through safely. I’ve been in this spot often this week and it’s no longer scary at all – in fact, it feels simple and calm, despite the fact that almost no-one comes to a complete stop as they take turns crossing in all directions. I found the same, “I see you, or, here I come” attitude at a one-lane bridge I have to go across each day. It somehow works – and there’s lots of waving and smiling along the way.
Have a nice day! Tao

it’s gotta have soul and music is a big step in that direction. Here in Brattleboro, it wasn’t hard to stumble upon music clubs,
record stores and outdoor street performances.
After a long day in a bustling city of any size, it’s nice to have a quiet retreat that you can wander to on foot. Here, you can walk from the busiest intersection in town, across the River to Wantastiquet Natural Area, where you’ll clear your head with the help of the sounds of the river running.
the street and smiles on faces like these.
equal 50% split of family vs non-family households. Surrounded by farms, woodlands and mountains, sitting above the Connecticut River, the town itself is surprisingly Urban for it’s size, a yet to be gentrified collection of small and large brick building – many empty – old, restored churches and small homes scattered around the perimeter of a loud, cement-covered, and bustling town center.
moving towards a better, healthier, greener, more real future. It’s becoming clear what people want in every town and city across the country….
and learned all about rearing queens. In short, it requires painstaking record keeping, very good eyesight, and good luck in the weather conditions. During the course of the demonstration, our queen was selected, marked with green Testor’s paint (each year has a different color), and put into a queen cage with 7 escort worker bees. Susan and I brought her home and installed her in our south hive. Her little cage has a candy plug at one end, and over the course of a few days, her workers will nibble at it from their side and the workers from the hive will nibble at it from their side, and by the time they have eaten through it, everyone will be familiar with each other’s pheromones and the hive will accept their new queen. If you just dumped the queen in there without this initial “getting to know you” period, the hive workers would quickly kill the new queen.