In re Stowe Highlands Merger/Subdivision Application, 2013 VT 4.
Isn’t it a shame? Here we are in the 21st century with the whole of history at our fingertips. A few key strokes on You Tube and we can watch the I Have a Dream Speech while over on some blog we can read an in-depth discussion of each episode of the Jerry Van Dyke series, My Mother, the Car. Yet, none of this absolute stream of information can take the place of the thrill that once came from a mixture of anticipation, rumor, and not knowing whether the good guy or the stooge would win in the end.
I am talking of course about watching the Harlem Globetrotters trounce the Washington Generals. For a kid who was lucky enough to get seats at the Richfield Coliseum to watch Meadowlark Lemmon and his crew clown around and over the Hapless Washington Generals, what could ever compare with sitting in the stands, thinking . . . Is this the night? Will the Globetrotters pull it out? Could the Generals win? Tonight?
The thrill was in the what if. Sure the Globetrotters won every time, but there was always that chance that you could be watching history, watching the patsy win. Well, that was enough to knock you out of your seat even if you wanted the Globetrotters to win more than anything else.
Fortunately for Vermont legal observers, we have our own Generals to watch and for the past twenty years they have provided us with same type of hapless hijinks that mark their basketball cousins.