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This Side of the Pond – March 21

By Sarah Pridgeon Easter is a wonderful time of the year, renewing both a Messiah’s pledge of eternal life and the promise of spring flowers. For me, however, it brings mixed emotions, all thanks to a mental short circuit on…

Letter to the Editor – March 21

Dear Editor, The economy of Wyoming. The last 50 years Wyoming has become more than a western state to entertain the tourists that come to enjoy our great and beautiful scenery and travel our exciting mountain trails where deer, elk…

This Side of the Pond – March 14

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I have spent the best part of this week answering what ought to have been a perfectly simple question: how do you prove that your marriage is real? If you’re anything like me, you’ll snort with laughter and point to…

Letter to the Editor – March 14

Dear Editor, I am concerned about the health and safety of our community members, most specifically the ones who walk along the path by the creek. Is public urination acceptable? Even for children walking to school? I work at the…

This Side of the Pond – March 7

If there were ever a trait to divide our two nations, it’s surely our response to an irritating situation. In general, while the English have perfected the art of hushed tutting, Americans feel more comfortable expressing their annoyance. These are…

Letter to the Editor – March 7

Dear Editor: I am writing to you as part of a class project on the travel diary A Walk Across America. My classmates and I are sending letters to newspapers in an effort to stimulate responses from newspapers in a…

This Side of the Pond – Feb. 28

By Sarah Pridgeon This week, I discovered that America does not happen in the middle of the night. For those of us across the pond who like to keep up with the pomp of the Oscars, the circumstance of presidential…

This Side of the Pond – Feb. 21

By Sarah Pridgeon I am ashamed to admit that, although I have improved my snow driving exponentially since I was directed to a vehicle with four-wheel drive, the sight of my car at the bottom of our driveway, wheels spinning…