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In praise of fruitcake

I come here to defend the indefensible holiday edible known as fruitcake, yes that seemingly abominable Roman creation that magically appears during holiday parties.

A dedicated call to duty

While doing some end of year cleaning — you know throwing away last year’s clutter to make room for more in the coming year — I ran across some information my dearly departed friend and colleague Sonny Riddle may have used to write a column years ago.

LETTERS TO THE EDITOR: Dec. 31

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Christmas diet

Enjoy these 10 wonderful tips for your Christmas diet as provided by our friend and Master Gardener Coordinator William McCaleb.

Addison

His full name was Walter Addison Marable, Addison to most anyone who knew him, but to generations of boys and girls who knew him best, it was simply, “Coach.”

LETTERS TO THE EDITOR: Dec. 24

 

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Early Christmas present

“A brief sabbatical.”

Christmas wish list

This column has been devoted before to my favorite Christmas presents of all time, including BB guns, toy planes, Tonka toys, erector sets and Lincoln logs.

LETTERS TO THE EDITOR: Dec. 18

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COMMUNITY VOICE: Unfortunately, a true story

By Karen Robertson

Halifax County Humane Society President

 

I’m looking in the window on a cold snowy night watching a family gathered around the fire as lights from the Christmas tree cast their holiday spell. The children are playing with a fat little puppy and over in the corner a contented cat lies fast asleep. But looking is all I can do. You see, I’m what the humans call an old stray dog. My ribs are showing, and I’m dirty. My paws are cut and bleeding, but I’ve no choice but to keep on walking. I don’t belong anywhere.