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As I've said before, one of the best things about living in a relatively small town is knowing your neighbors.* And one of the best things about this town in particular is the Green Toad Bookstore, where I work a little bit, not because the cash is crucial but because I like being around all of the books. Some days, people bring me mittens.

The two pairs on the right were handed off by Barbara B., who I believe is a serial mittener. The pair on the left traveled from New York City and were delivered in person by Deb Murphy, who just happened to be in my small town for a wedding. Because it is a small world.

Thanks, y'all. There's still time, if you'd like to add to the ever-growing pile. I'd like to have them in hand (heh.) by Halloween.

(If you're wondering about the mittens, click here.)

For the Lucy lovers, my view on Tuesday afternoon:

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* Yeah, it can get to you sometimes, seeing the same people, but that's a tiny price to pay for a sense of community.