The 2020 Election

01/20/2021

The 2020 Election

Trump tried to wreck the Post Office. An army of postal workers called it out and made sure every mail-in ballot was delivered. Trump trash-talked the election. Over one hundred and fifty million people voted anyway. Trump tried to stop the vote count. Thousands of poll workers counted and counted and counted. Lies went to court, and judges sent them packing. Officials in multiple states suffered harassment and death threats. They stuck to the truth. A mob attacked and ransacked the Capitol. Our senators and representatives crawled out from underneath desks and tables and certified the election by 4 AM the next morning. When Lady Gaga sang the national anthem at Joe Biden's inauguration, it occurred to me that it had been written in 1814, the last time the Capitol had been attacked. Now as then “our flag was still there.” What can we say to those who stood up to sabotage, propaganda, lies, and attacks, verbal and physical? That thanks to them, we are truly what we've so often claimed to be: “the land of the free and the home of the brave.”

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Morocco 2022

In 2018, a friend from London told me he had purchased a riad (row house) in Marrakech. Enthusiastically, I promised to visit. I had never given a thought to visiting Morocco, to Morocco as a country, or anything about Morocco. Maybe I associated it vaguely with the film Casablanca or the French Foreign Legion, but certainly not with a modern Muslim society. Morocco had not even come up in news about the Arab Spring of 2010, but I wanted to be supportive. So in 1919 Steve and I made plans to visit my friend in Marrakech during his fall vacation the following year. However, by the time our plans had shipwrecked on the shoals of Covid, not once but twice, I began to seriously question my loyalties. Nevertheless, finally, serendipitously, in the spring of 2022, it all came together. The specter of Covid tests still hung over us, but we started out gamely and discovered a world of gracious people, amazing art and architecture, delicious food, and a fascinating history (that I am far from mastering). After visiting my friend and his beautiful riad in Marrakech, we joined a guided tour of Morocco’s “Imperial Cities,” i.e. those that had served as capitols to different rulers and dynasties from Roman times to the present. The following album contains the best of Steve’s photos from the trip.

The Best of Sandy and Rocky

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This year marks Charlemont's 250th Anniversary (incorporated 1765). See photographs here and read more at: http://www.millbrookhousenews.com/mill-brook-house-news/2015/06/charlemont-at-250.html. For permission to reproduce any of these photographs, please contact Steven Sternbach: [email protected].

Shelburne Falls' Bridge of Flowers

The Shelburne Falls trolley bridge, connecting the villages of Buckland and Shelburne, was built in 1908 to carry freight and passengers on a 7.5 mile line to Colrain. With the advent of the automobile, however, trucks began hauling freight, and in 1927 the company that built the bridge went bankrupt. Turning the abandoned bridge into a flower garden was the brainchild of Antoinette and Walter Burnham, who, with the Shelburne Falls Women’s Club, raised $1000 for loam, fertilizer and plants, and made this unique, historic landmark a reality in 1929. Then, as now, all the labor to start the garden and keep it going was donated. This album is a month by month chronicle of the ever-changing spectacle the bridge presents to tourists and residents every year from April to September.

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01/20/2021