Re last week’s Gazette: In these sad days of Covid-19, this despairing time of the Bill Colliers and the macho militia, with its blustering bravado, how refreshing was it to read about the coming of spring and the planting of bulbs, written so poetically by Price Little.
And such fun: reading “Bones,” your satirical fairytale fantasy, with the last line, which left me laughing until I was literally breathless. Old-time journalism at its best.
Nicole’s account of the Gazette’s hi...
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