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Standing in our garage, I saw the well-dressed young man walk up our driveway.
“Are you moving in or moving out?” he asked, pointing to the pile of packing boxes stacked up near the front of the garage.

Jenny had a half-dozen pairs of flip-flops spread out on the floor, debating how many she could cram into her suitcase as we were packing to go to London and Paris.

Today is an extra-tiring one for our local mail carriers and for the independent contractors who take the Gazette around to single copy dealers and racks. That’s because the Gazette is extra heavy today. We’re sorry about that.

It’s been an Advil week around our house.
It all started the weekend before last, while we were walking our dogs around the neighborhood. Jenny was admiring everybody’s yards.