They are loden, lined bibs, given to me many Christmases ago from someone who loved me. They are stiff and not much to look at, but we all know appearances can deceive us. Like a trusty old friend, they embrace me as the last leaf flickers off the branch against a gray November sky. They shield me from cold, damp winds on a frosty morning when the first…
Finally! After taking a year hiatus due to Covid, the area’s largest Tractor Parade, coming from downtown Greenwich, took place Saturday night, and I daresay it was the best tractor parade yet! The floats just keep getting better and better. Even Barbie made an appearance in a fancy pink tractor–she is quite a farmer! But beyond that, it’s a great night of the year to live in the…
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