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Houseful of haints gnawing on the corn cobs

By TIM BEELAND,

I suppose it’s all up to the ole groundhog at this point. Winter, that is. Of course we’ve still got a little over a week before Groundhog Day and “officially” knowing what to expect for the next six weeks, but after the last half-a-month or so I’m hoping more than ever before that Punxsutawney Phil doesn’t see his shadow this year.




Milestone #85

By TIM BEELAND,

When a person is in their 80s, wouldn’t you say it is safe to assume that every birthday is a milestone? My dad, Harmon Drexil “Joe” Beeland, hits his 85th milestone this coming Sunday. 











Picture. Postcard. Perfect. Snow!

By TIM BEELAND,

It was gone almost as fast as it came, but the snow last Friday was certainly a sight to behold. I’ve always enjoyed a good snow, perhaps it is because I was born on a frosty morn. My parents say that it was so cold on the day my mom went into labor the doors were frozen shut. Trouble from the very beginning, one might say.


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