Warbling of a meadowlark,
Moonlight in Vermont;
You and I and moonlight in Vermont..."
- 'Moonlight in Vermont',
Frank Sinatra
For a very light piece of music, Sinatra's Moonlight in Vermont is one of my favourite tracks on his Come Fly With Me album. The lyrics conjure up a romantic rural get-away in the country even to someone who has never been there: falling leaves, sycamores, ski trails on a mountainside, telegraph wires singing round each bend in the road... Vermont has always sounded like the sort of place to hide away with your love in a farmhouse cottage, far from the cares of the big city.
And in fact Vermont does have the second lowest population of any American state. It is all forests and hills. It is a wedge-shaped state slotted like a keystone in between New Hampshire and larger New York (in fact it was originally part of New York but split off to become a separate state, the first to be admitted to the Union since independence). I would imagine its population swells with tourists though. Vermont's autumn foliage is supposed to be the best in New England, its mountains provide winter sports, there are more covered bridges than Madison County, and you can drop in to Ben and Jerry's original ice cream farm like Jim Carey and Renee Zellwegger did in Me, Myself and Irene.
So, having already passed through Vermont once, now we are back again for a proper vacation. The three films to watch on our week-long stay are:
- White Christmas (1954)
- State and Main (2000)
- Dead Poets Society (1989)
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