Odds are, this “July-August” issue will arrive at your mailbox after Labor Day. My humblest apologies.
It’s been one of those summers, and even as I peck my way through this missive there is a deep trench in my front yard between the new well that was sunk yesterday, and the house—a new pump will be installed tomorrow. Meanwhile I’m communing with the auld pioneers who had no running water.
Our existing pump still works but the water doesn’t run, it walks—except when it limps, staggers, crawls, or just lies there twitching.
In addition, there’s a pivotal race in this year’s municipal elections (of course, since I’m not running!) and it could be the beginning of restoring popular rule over the borough government. So far most of my contribution has been psy-ops, but I’ve been invited to do more, and shall.
There is the possibility that the newsletter schedule is so fouled up I’ll never get it back on track. If so, every subscription will be adjusted accordingly, and extended one complimentary issue as well.
Again, I’m sorry for the foul-up.
