Folk Show

Dear Santa,
First, let me thank you for the roller skates you left me back when I was 5. They were the best. I loved skating around in our finished basement in those days. Even better was the Monkees album you left. You were so totally cool to me.

They paved paradise. Well okay, they didn’t quite pave it yet, but I was stunned to see what used to be the Bardwell Farm on route 10 being rolled and flattened to become, I hear, a parking lot for a supermarket. I remember when we’d drive from Keene to Swanzey, past the property once home for many black and white cows. My kids would point and cheer, “The cows are out! The cows are out!!” They had names for the cows, too. “There’s Daddy and Mommy….and Maggie…look, there’s Nana and Lael”, they exclaimed from their back seat stations, giddy with excitement.