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Many people in this community know Michael and Lynette from Cricklewood. I know so many of us can identify with the loss of their home in the fire. Just imagine the loss of your business, thereby your income at the same time.

Hello market friends. I missed my deadline for the column this month, because I was so focused on making sure word got out that we were extending the dates for Saturday market. Yes, for those of you who haven’t kept up with the latest news (in Healdsburg, that is), it’s true. The Healdsburg Farmers’ Market is continuing into December; staying open through the 19th of the month. Not only will we be open three extra weeks, we’re extending the hours slightly as well: staying open until 12:30 p.m. in December, just to catch those of you longing for an extra half hour under the covers. We’ll still be in the West Plaza Parking Lot, where we are all year, so it’ll be easy to find your favorites.

The following snippets of history are drawn from the pages of the Healdsburg Tribune, the Healdsburg Enterprise and the Sotoyome Scimitar, and are prepared by the volunteers at the Healdsburg Museum & Historical Society. Admission is always free at the museum, open Wednesday through Sunday, 11 a.m. to 4 p.m.

It’s nice to be back writing my greatly anticipated (I’m sure) golf column for the Windsor Times. I haven’t been playing golf yet but I’m cautiously optimistic that I’ll be hitting more golf balls on the driving range and even playing holes on the Windsor Golf Course soon. For those of you who don’t know my story I’m happy to give you the short version.

100 years ago – January 16, 1919

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A day in the life of raising two teenagers is always interesting. You never know what kind of mood they will be in, or if they are going to be a functioning human being that day or not. It’s kind of like testing the waters each morning.