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Scott Howe Langmaid, 1961-2009

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I'm sorry, but childhood buddies are just not supposed to start dying yet. Especially ones as funny and sweet as Scott Langmaid. That's Scott in the photos below. And yes, he would kill me for posting them, they're dreadful. But they were fun times, as well, so I hope all's forgiven when it's my turn. It seems as if every play I ever did at BUHS had Scott in the cast...He was always so supportive and funny and best of all, actually got my jokes -- even the really rude ones. We did a lot of cracking up during this show. Here he is with the 1978 Brattleboro Union High School Stage Crew. Front row, far right. Were we really close? No. Okay, no. I suck at staying in touch with people. But, I always cared about him. And he did come to my wedding. Actually, as I recall, he gave us a great toast on our wedding night, when I so badly needed some levity and some kind of reminder of who I really was. Yesterday my mother phoned to say she'd just seen his

Blog author and Eric Schaeffer: The early days of genius.

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Photo 1: louise larsen and eric schaeffer, Photo 2: Louise Larsen and Betsy Hickok Man Who Came To Dinner. 1978 So, I was going through an old photo album this morning and came across this very, very old , kodak photo. * Yes, that's me up there (the blog author. ) Not entirely proud of all this. But, it did make my kids laugh. The photo, BTW is from a dress rehearsal of a High School production of The Man Who Came To Dinner . (Starring, yes, me and Eric Schaeffer as well as some other gawky, yet surprisingly ambitious kids that year.) To read more about blog author and Eric Schaeffer's early days in Vermont, 1978. Click here. *Note this play photo is circa 1978. I was given that red satin number by a girl from boarding school the previous year. She said me wore it to Studio 54, but I don't believe her. I think it was her mothers. It was very disco-glam and well-made. Sadly, I think this was the only time I ever wore the outfit. However, now, I wish I