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I apologize.

I laugh heartily and cry with big sobs. I've done a lot of both

I was a lucky kid; I grew up in “Small Town America” during the 1950s. And although my Colorado hometown wasn’t “small” by most standards (roughly 100,000 people), it felt that way because we were encapsulated within our close-knit neighborhoods.

Now that Christmas is over, the real challenge begins. Oh, I

Hazardous waste: "Hi Red Phone. Here's my complaint: Sometime around July 3, somebody dumped a 5-gallon bucket of human waste in the alley on La Coche Way, behind our house. The smell is horrendous. We've made numerous phone calls everyday to the city.