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Bonham Daily Favorite
But when anything does happen, we all look to the Daily. And something has.
It was the only topic this day, and many after. A high wind at the peak. Much snow, presaging a flood of Something River, which runs through our village. Or perhaps it's one of those mine disasters. (We were reassured on that last point by the lack of mines or anything to dig out of Anonymous Mountain.)
What could it be? Surely, we all knew, something had gone wrong somewhere. We waited until the Daily could be printed.
The only distribution point was the Coffee Shop. (There was a contest one year to name that establishment, but nobody entered.) We roamed by the open door of The Coffee Shop all the day long.
The price of each issue was $5, which we paid, because each edition might carry months of incidents, and we were able to pay once for all of it, unlike the big city paper subscribers, who must pay a daily rate for their gossip, which amounted to a great deal over the year.
Here it is, freshly printed and in the bin. The paper flew out the door.
Something had happened, we read. Either a big snow at the peak, which would bring floods down below, or a mighty wind somewhere else.
We gathered in knots to discuss the news. Someone from time to time would take out her rolled copy of the Daily and slap it for emphasis with the back of her hand. It says so, right here, she would say.