Editorials

It has been more than two months since Gilroy Garlic Festival volume 37 filled Christmas Hill Park and less than two weeks since that magic dollar number appeared as it has each year since this exercise in community bonding and bounty sprouted in a backyard on the highway south of town, across from the Garlic Shoppe. Perhaps fittingly, that shop of garlicky gastronomic delights is owned by the grandsons of one of the growers who introduced garlic processing to our wonderfully pungent environs.

’Twas a dark December night in Olde Gilroy, Boys and girls locked at home and quite annoyed. For Gavin once again laid the hammer down, ‘Masks violate my rights,” they frowned. Scotty’s and Porcella’s joined the Collective Past, Clocks and Collectibles stopped ticking just as fast. Covid-19 infected more than...

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