Vergennes

After work today, which consisted of decking for most of the crew, and the corridor framing for myself, we headed down the path behind our trailer, which leads into a dense grove not far from the Winooski river. Doug, Pat, Jimmy, Paul (Red) and Randy were there, and Justin was sacked out in Randy's truck. We were talking about Vergennes, which is the town where they live (all but Doug and Jimmy) which has a dubious reputation around the state. It was misting rain through the canopy of leaves, as I heard tales of a gay horse to be memorialized in bronze on the town square, Red's unfortunate incident at the Vergennes Opera House, and other things that probably shouldn't happen in a town of one square mile. The beer was cold, and the company good.