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Sunday, August 27, 2017

Let's You and Me Do the Local Paper's Crossword

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1 TNM
2 lecturer
3 Belfrance
4 phlegm
5 inacting
6 fairy
7 bitch
8 LatviaCity
9 Ace
10 pit
11 dick
12 writer
14 jagger
17 gaming
18 rich
20 austriahungary
23 lipoed
24 shutup
25 tacky
26 dude
29 forsale
30 narc
31 criticized
32 leaves
35 nothing
36 Syria
38 Jew
40 salt
41 bidet
42 holler
43 busy
44 thataway
45 finally
46 wait
47 fox

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

The Country Newspaper

Among the delights of rural living is the local newspaper, in our case called "The Current." Issued twice a month, it is packed with ads and interviews with local merchants and members of the Chamber of Commerce, plus photographs of local awards ceremonies, benefit events, and ribbon-cuttings -- and the goings-on at the food pantry and Senior Center. I favor those photos of a philanthropic group handing over a poster-sized check to whoever gets it. I also enjoy finding out what names folks are giving their babies these days: Painter, Logan, Chance, Destiny, Harley. All the writing and photography is bylined by one person, except for the Letters column. This week's Current front-page headline is especially charming: "Kiwanis Celebrates 15 Years of Bowling." But see for yourself...I read every word, including the "On Grandma and Grandpa's Knee" anecdotes.

There's an election April 6 and you can bet this week's Letters column is a hoot.

Sunday, June 7, 2009

What's Biting Today?

I fished today. At the local Shell I asked where I could buy bait. “You’re in the right place,” said the clerk, and sold me 2 dozen night crawlers $2.99/dozen. “I hope you catch a load,” she said, “and I don’t mean coal.”

So I get to the Big River (that's its name), dazzled & stupefied with the joy of first-fishing-of-the-year. About 60% of the time spent untangling, retying, cussing, getting hook out of bushes, etc. Thunder in the distance. An angler across the river caught a catfish. I want one. I won’t leave. Finally, God lets my old folding chair’s nylon seat rip in half, suddenly dumping my ass full-force on wet sand. I only hoped nobody saw this, because I bet it looked hilarious. Took this as a divine signal to go home.