If the heart of a baby lamb is not beating when it is birthed what is the best thing to do? dangle that baby from her legs and say "c'mon sweety, c'mon. c'mon mama, give her some kisses."

I boarded the Q train on Monday April 28th at 4am, northbound to port authority. I then walked to the greyhound station where i boarded by 6am train, the Vermonter, to Brattleboro, VT. The bus ride was uneventful, other than a great conversation i had with two Italians headed to rural Vermont to play music at a back woods bars.

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Francesco was the more talkative, even though his English wasn't as clear, he was quite a charmer. When in Italy he runs an Agriturismo Bed and Breakfast.

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When I arrived in Brattleboro Evan, the farmer of cheese and cultivator of great conversation, met me and showed me around the town. We dropped into a little bar where Hope works. Hope is another farm intern. I will probably do another entry about her...she's vast. I had a pint of local cider, he a pint of local golden ale. We then drove to Townshend to Peaked Mountain Farm.

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Ann and Bob are great. and funny. and funny.

In the next four days, in no particular order I saw lamb births, bottle fed, mucked the barn, ate rabbit stew, made bread, walked, sautéed fiddle head ferns, got sick on fiddle head ferns, ate fresh yogurt, won and lost a few hands of cards.

I got back into the city on Thursday evening and had a great weekend. I represented Minnesota at the karaoke bar with a very danced version of I would die 4 U by our very own Prince.

all in all i really like dancing.