After 29-plus years and only 1,504 back-page epistles, Max is giving it up and going skiing... NO!
How am I going to know what is really happening in Tiny Town?
What am I going to read every Friday?
I thought Max was more cut from the Dylan Thomas cloth: “Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day: Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
Doesn’t that sound more like Max?
But seriously—a sincere “thank you” to Max for all the years of keeping us informed and entertained... sometimes doing both in the same column!
Enjoy the peace, Max—you’ve earned it!
