Bob Newhart jumped out from behind a tree!
BF and I went to a Vermont B&B for the weekend. It’s not like we really had the money, espcially since we have to go to California in 2 weeks, but we both wanted a break from the semester, so we thought we’d treat ourselves.
To me, it was the stunning diplay of New England cliche. It was all very pleasant, but the towns were like something out of a movie, with little churches and shops and the like.
We stayed a a gay-run B&B in Chester, Vermont, called the The Stone Hearth Inn. We drove up on Saturday, ate a nice little meal, checked in, read books and drank. Sunday we went to church (at St. Luke’s), drove a lot, saw more little towns, including Woodstock. There we saw the Stephen Huneck gallery, full of dog-themed furniture and art. Hilarious.
Monday, we left, but not before stopping at the bookstore. Lovely, and I bought a book, for me and also to make sure the place stays in business. Good bookstores in smal towns need to get support. We spoke with Lynn, the proprietress, for about 30 minutes, and she even gave me a book for free, as long as I promised to send her a review for display in the store.
Larry, Daryll, and Daryll were not available for comment.
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