OH, YES, THE DELETE BUTTON
It has been hot and I have been writing. This is what happens when summer is upon you:I do not, as a rule, read aloud to myself anything that I have written, which I am certain is probably a way I have spared myself a good deal of anguish and embarrassment. But, today, because perhaps summer slows things, I did just that and found that the voice of my writing had drifted into the slow drawl of the Waltons saying goodnight on the mountain.
Deciding I did not wish to rewrite anything, or indeed, that I had anything in me to rewrite, I am simply alerting you that this article, which you will now formally begin, is apparently a product of those lazy, hazy days of summer.
Ahem . . .
And you can read this article on Friday, July 28th, in the Kendallville Mall.
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