Long time Jay Peak Ambassador Chic Schafer has passed away. This is a tribute to him; now a forever piece of our shared Jay Peak history.

In no way did I expect to feel like this. Driving southbound on route 93, headed to drop off Dehlia at Plymouth State College, followed...

Wouldn’t It Be Nice I have great hopes for myself when it comes to fathering. Even though my daughters are 13 and 9, and I have been in...

On July 11th, 1999 the American League made quick, efficient work of the National League, 4-1, in Major League Baseball’s 70th Annual All...

Our approaching Disney vacation meant three things. Our dilapidated roof was going to have to tough it out another winter. My wife and I,...

I want to be nocturnal; like a bat or a giraffe (the image of a pair of eyes in the dark, blinking once, then a light being turned on...

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The Green Mountain Flyer, a creeper train that putts from St. Johnsbury Vermont into Newport, and back, once a week, was off in the...

My youngest daughter was born in a test tube. Or if not born in one, she had the required ingredients put in one, spun around, tipped on...

If you ever wake up in the mirror of a bad dream. It’s 4am on graduation day and you’re asleep in our room, with your sister, because of...