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SORRY, BURLINGTON, YOU'RE NOT AS SPECIAL AS YOU THINK YOU ARE
Sitting outside the organic cafe off of church street reminded me of sitt=
ing outside of quality burrito in Olympia, or that Nepalese Bistro in Mad=
ison, or Bernice's in Missoula, or those Tibet shops in Boulder, or that =
pizza joint on Telegraph Road in Berkeley, or... or.... or....
I didn't see Ben or Jerry, nor Howard nor any Phish. Surprisingly, the =
dreadlocked hippies only sent one representative to greet us -shoeless, b=
raless and cute yet still a hippie- and she didn't even look us in the ey=
Difference between west coast hippies and east coast hippies: west coaste=
rs say hello.
But Burlington was nice. I hate to hate it, but I kinda halfta- it stirs=
up all these old feelings and conflicts about trustafarians, the ivy tow=
er, liberal elitists and the disjunct between the various realities that =
make up the grand old US of A. But it was good being there -even if thei=
r thrift stores are mislabeled and close at four in the afternoon- and sl=
ightly like a Mecca. Nah, "Mecca" is sacreligious and disrespectful to I=
slam, so I have to say it's like visit to an iconic destination. They ha=
ve, after all, unlike Missoula, Boulder, Berkeley, or Madison, actually e=
lected a socialist to the Senate. Way to go, Burlington!