Editorial

The look could only be described as a smirk. That’s what it was, that’s what struck me to the core like a cold stabbing, sliver thin bolt of ice. The photo in the paper showed the brothers standing at the Boston Marathon. Near a place that would, in a matter of minutes, resemble more a ravaged war zone than a celebratory gathering of runners from around the world realizing their life-long, or annual, dreams.

Thank you, elves

Editor: Several weeks ago, Walter Batt heard a crash outside his

Relay for Life

Water fluoridation

Since the challenge the Healdsburg Animal Shelter faced over the

Sebastopol’s Rotten core