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Dear Bay Weekly:

Greetings from an iced-in Charlotte. Typical winter mess down here. Snow, then rain, which all froze, so you can ice skate down our street.

All our [transmitter-tagged] osprey are down in much warmer places, and they’re all doing fine. I updated all the maps through the end of 2010. Just a couple of months before the adults head north!

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Dear Bay Weekly:

I am delighted to let you know that our customers are reading and loving Bay Weekly. Thank you for keeping our community informed about the various classes, events and services we offer at the Calvert Library.

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Editor’s Note: In the Christmas rush, we omitted the words of Joe McCall and Alexis Lee, explaining how their Maggie Moo’s in Dunkirk strives to be what Bay Weekly readers voted them: Best of the Bay. 

 

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Dear Bay Weekly:

My sister was in a very serious car accident where another driver hit her head-on about 20 years ago. She and her five-year-old daughter were both critically injured. My sister was also five months pregnant and lost her unborn baby in the accident.

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Dear Bay Weekly:

Thirty years ago, while living in West Berlin, I went on a shopping trip to East Berlin. Although I speak some German, I am not truly fluent. I call it survival level.

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Dear Bay Weekly:

My philosophy from high school was based on the lines in the A.E. Houseman poem, Therefore, since the world has still Much good, but much less good than ill, And while the sun and moon endure, Luck’s a chance but trouble’s sure, I’d face it as a wise man would, And train for ill and not for good.

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Dear Bay Weekly:

When my Mom, Margaret Asquith, passed away, her dog, Katie, remained with my husband Don and me. Although 14 years old, with hearing and vision issues, Katie could still run like a pony and had her own mind about things. But one morning in the predawn darkness, Katie disappeared. Panic quickly set in and the search began on foot and by car.

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