One casualty of the demise of the local newspaper is reading the local paper as a stranger. Whenever I visit a town, I like to pick up the local paper (if it still exists) and read the local news. Who won at the state fair, high school basketball, what the Lions Club is up to, obituaries. It gives me a feel for the place and reminds me that we're all pretty much the same.
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Welcome home to skiing and gardening
Back to winter and skiing. *** Arlene helping turn the greenhouse.
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