The Bulletin
A new front in the junk mail war has opened.
I struggle from day to day trying to keep loose trash out of my yard. It’s not as bad in the new house as in the old, where the wind swept all of the trash into our lawn to roost, but the other yards in our neighborhood are so immaculate that one piece of rubbish in our lawn looks like a bright red boil on the face of a supermodel. That is why I am a bit concerned about this new Bulletin epidemic.
Berta’s sister’s family was in town for the weekend, and on Saturday we packed up everyone and trekked over to