365 days is a lot of time to seek out stories on adventure, gear, and everything in between. Here’s a look back at the opinions and essays on GP in 2015 — from reading Bond to driving a sports car, slowly to the last day of the last sheet music company in New York City.
Sentences of the Year
Time for a New Profession
“‘I’ve waited on 70 people today, which is more people than I’ve seen in five years,’ she explains to the waiting crowd. She sighs. Then she brightly tells everyone that when she closes up the store tomorrow night for good, she’s moving on to raising chickens.”
Tell It Like It Is
An Endorsement for Ian Fleming’s James Bond
By Henry Phillips: Looking for more of the dark, introspective James Bond we’ve been seeing in film lately? Better crack open a book.
The Joys of a Slow Sports Car
By Andrew Connor: Fast cars are all well and good, but sometimes driving nirvana comes from driving a slow car within an inch of its life.
On Vermont’s Ravaged White River, a Fisherman Looks for Home
By J.W. Sotak: Over a span of two days in 2011, Vermont’s White River was transformed by Hurricane Irene. So, when a local fisherman returned this summer, his home water was no longer his.
Fresh Tracks, Flintlock Rifles
By Chris Wright: In the woods with dads on a January deer hunt.
28 Days of Eating Right
By Amos Kwon: Don’t diet. Don’t excessively workout. If you really want to change, take a slow and steady route to health.
Bumper Pool Is the Answer to Your Eight-Ball Woes
By Jack Seemer: An offshoot of the billiards family, bumper pool is the game to play. Especially if you suck at pool.
Where We Find Our Pride in America
By Gear Patrol: An open-ended question about national pride produces patriotism, shame for our wrongdoings, and every shade of red, white and blue in between.
The End of Sheet Music at Frank Music Company
By Chris Wright: Inside New York’s last sheet music store on its penultimate day of business.
Seeking Purpose (and Smallmouth) at a Secret Vermont Fishing Spot
By John O’Connor: Thirteen summers ago, in my late 20s, I learned to fly fish here, and it was like finding a new religion.