I’ve just returned from Stowe, VT where I was skiing, snowshoeing and eating enough to fend off the pesky benefits of exercise.

I’d like to thank the young men who cut trails there in 1937 as part of the New Deal.  If it weren’t for them, my buttocks would not be purple after encountering a rogue rock on steep hill of groomed ice I never would have been able to enjoy that unique recreation amongst natural beauty.

Now, over 70 years later, Stowe is owned by AIG by the federal government!*  In the lodge you may have overheard me saying, “Hey, my tax dollars went to make these curly fries, so they better be totally Smurfy!” and “Buy a lift ticket?  I bought the resort!”  Anywho, we stayed at the Von Trapp Lodge and I returned with four extra strudel-related pounds memories and this original vid I made of my souvenirs.  Crank up the speakers, pop a Xanax and enjoy.**

* Ya, I know, the Fed only has an 80% stake in AIG.  Slap me some hyperbole and put your red pencils down.

** Although the goat is advertised on the Von Trapp website as Julie Andrews, the voice and 1959 copyright on the tag (and my friends telling me I’m a dumbass) leads me to believe it’s probably Mary Martin.

FYI  One of these goats went to Adam and it was quickly whisked off to Los Angeles.  The others went to my boss for his three kids.  Maybe someday, the quartet will stage a big reunion comeback tour.  Who knows…perhaps Obama’s new New Deal will blaze new ski trails and employ musical theater-loving goat fetish filmmakers.  A gal can dream.

Actually, I am one of four people in the U.S. who still has a job.  Check out more of my writing here.  I’m the one they call Susie.  Ta!