From the Green Mountains:
I'm back. East coast says what. Merry Christmas. The Virdis Montis have called me home and I am reborn. Law school is out of sight, out of mind. I don't know what a Restatement is, I dont know who Judge Posner can possibly be. Tomorrow you can find me feasting on brunch at Sneakers, the finest joint in Burlington (no pun intended).
I dare you to try to find a better diner; it can't be done. Go ahead. I've done the whole lobster-mimosa NYC blueblood hotel brunch thing and it doesn't compare. Who got ya? The French Dip is the ambrosia of the gods. The homemade VT maple syrup croissant is divine--and you know this, man.
I'm just disappointed that I missed the fall here. No orchards, no cider doughnuts, no foliage in the Rockies.
I was raised in these here mountains and my bones will be laid to rest in them. You can bet on it.
UVM vs. UC Boulder.
Dirty hippies vs. dirty hippies
Lake Champlain vs. the Flatirons
Red Square vs. Stir
Church Street vs. Pearl Street
VPB vs. Mountain Sun
Advantage: UVM
It's all good in da hood. I'm freakin' out, man.
Happy Holidays, Stitch fans. I'll be in the City after Christmas if you need me.
And here I thought you were a City mouse...
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