Sundays in Vermont are often spent down at Tom’s garage. He can be found welding a plow, fixing a three-point hitch, repainting a sander, digging test holes for a new septic system, or fixing the flat on the trailer Nate uses in the summer to transport his riding mower. Other Sundays might find us sighting in a gun or bow before deer season or trying to charge a battery that doesn’t want to hold a charge. The garage is fully stocked with a drip coffee maker, nondairy creamer, a small refrigerator with a full supply of Labatt Blue (Genesee in hard times), a STIHL wall calendar featuring Nordic-looking pin-ups holding chainsaws, large bags of discount dog food, walkie-talkies for hunting, bottles of fox and skunk scent (these used to be kept cool down in the well), and more bolts, screws, washers, transmission oil, belts, and extra line for weed whackers than you could find at the average hardware store.