by Cameron Wyllie
I first came to Vermont in 1983. I was 26 and a schoolteacher in Edinburgh, Scotland. I came because I was chaperoning a group of older high school students from the school I worked in, which was a private boys school, and its sister school. There were ten of them and one of me. I can tell you every one of their names today, when I am 62.
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