Editor-In-House

Last week I was interviewed by a student from the journalism department at Johnson State College. Today, the head of the journalism department, an awesome guy named Tyrone, came in to deliver a stack of the first edition of the paper. The paper is called Basement Medicine... which just has to be respected... whether you're a Dylan fan or not.

I have to say, though, that as I was reading through the article I kept cringing at things I didn't say or were just wrong.

Since I put an ad in the same paper and the address for the blog is listed in the ad... I'll take the opportunity to make the necessary changes.

Hhmmm.

• Let's see... while my family pretty much exists here as much as I do and while Bill has been the left side of my brain since I bought the joint and Ella does do a mighty fine job of wiping tables and wiping me out of baked goods and hot chocolate... technically, I bought the place myself and am the sole owner. Bill likes to point this out, occasionally, as well. It might be his disclaimer should this all come crumbling down like Roman Empire someday.

• I moved to Vt almost twelve years ago, not five years ago. Every year that passes here feels like a great accomplishment to me... having survived another long winter, becoming more entrenched in what it means to live in this northern climate and culture... so yes, I must correct.

• And no, I have to admit, all the ingredients to my turkey and Jason sandwiches are not organic and fair trade, although the coffee and the teas most certainly are. When I make my first million on this joint, I promise that I will most definitely begin purchasing organic, fair-trade deli meat and cheese... because it will most definitely take a million to maintain that kind of quality in this kind of economy.

• Yerba Mate is not technically caffeine free. There's some debate as to what Yerba Mate really is. It's considered a "stimulant"... according to Wikipedia... so those coming in for a nice, relaxing Yerba... be warned. It does jack you.

And yes, I did say that I could have appropriately named this place The Bachelor Pad. And yes, I did suggest to all the single, seeking ladies to feel free to stop in anywhere between 9am and noon to find them hanging out at the bar.... or, as it's been lately, on the floor competing to see who can pump out the most push-ups. I shit you not.