A Winter Like Jazz

The ski area, and our town, died on March 16. Suddenly and dramatically, we drove off an unseen cliff.

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Half A House Is Still Only Half

The City must work with the employees to better their wages and move them out of “affordable housing” into their own homes, so the next group of residents can follow in their footsteps.

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Ahh . . . Winter!

Today I woke and walked downstairs in the half-light of early dawn. Two tracks broke the blanket of snow in the street. The falling snow diffused the street lights.

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