By Sue Misao Hi, and also goodbye because this is my final dispatch from the teeny, tiny, toony town of Carlton. After nearly 18 years it suddenly occurred to me that I don’t ski and winter is long and cold and I could actually choose to live in slightly more temperate climes because I am totally the boss of me. Please don’t tell my real boss (Marilyn). The Carlton news naturally began out of desperation, back in the days when the Talk of the Town columnists only wrote from Twisp, Winthrop and Mazama. I showed up and declared that the lower valley needed representation and began lobbying, begging and pleading for someone to take it on, but no one would, so I did, with weird results. Obviously it’s been a very embarrassing venture and I’ve spent the last decade or so ignoring my own self and, except during the actual moments of typing it up, pretending it doesn’t really exist. Loyal readers from across the planet will probably be wondering how they will know what isn’t going on in Carlton anymore, but fear not. Because whatever you think is or isn’t happening in Carlton, you’re probably right. All that oddity […]
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