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Row 2: (Right Side) Increase 1stitch in the first stitch, (knit in front and back of the stitch) and P1 K one to the last stitch. Repeat rows 1 and 2 until there are 43 (57, 80) stitches on the needle.

K1, P1, evenly until work measures the required length from neck to base of tail.

Now, maybe the girls’ coach likes the pre-Christmas timing, because her team, the current defending state champion in Class C, played last year -- and is playing this year -- in a Syracuse-related tournament in the days after Christmas. But if the Watkins girls want tougher competition, they could get it closer to home, too -- which is to say home -- if the teams selected by the district for the Wilson tournament were chosen more with an eye to bringing in a challenge. One good team (Watkins Glen) against three overmatched squads. And when I say “fill,” I kid you not: in the days of Chep, there were some exciting games and some excited and, on occasion, large crowds. Of course, merchandisers have already been sneaking in holiday deals for almost a month, using Halloween as a launchpad.

****** Thanks to a painful twisted ankle, I missed an interesting story the other day.

And she started getting feedback -- positive feedback -- for her efforts from the growing number of readers. Or suggest strongly that my choices in those regards were misguided. The gods even seemed against me when, early on, I was interviewed by a TV reporter about what it was I was trying to do here in Schuyler County. First, the reporter was aggressive, asking “What gives you the right to do this? “It’s called the Constitution,” I answered, “and the Bill of Rights. Santa got a register-- donated by Famous Brands in Watkins Glen -- along with promises of support from other Watkins businesses. A TV station showed up and captured the event, though, so I didn’t feel too guilty.

But she was a good photographer, and a good writer, and when she warmed to what I was doing, she started contributing photos and a couple of stories. Before she died, two years into this venture, she urged me to keep going, even though the advertising was slow to grow. “Like dominoes.” Seven weeks after her passing, as I was thinking of pulling the plug on , the dominoes started falling -- the advertisers came on board -- and I found that I could make a living doing this. An occasional reader would criticize, for instance, my audacity at picking Athletes of the Week and All-Stars. The coverlet had slipped to the floor, and when I got up, it grabbed my legs as I tried to pass, putting me on the floor. And I knew right off that the ankle was injured, because it let me know. I gimped around all day, and had to restrict the number of things I was doing. That was when I got a heads-up from Santa Claus (that’s right) that a young Corning boy who had raised thousands of dollars for childhood cancer research last year had asked him for a cash register to handle the incoming funds from a similar effort this year.

She tells me that applications are being accepted by the village from any potential successors to her job.

****** Next: Kudos to the three most recent Paul Harris Fellows honored by the Watkins-Montour Rotary Club: Esther Heichel .

****** Thanks to a painful twisted ankle, I missed an interesting story the other day.

And she started getting feedback -- positive feedback -- for her efforts from the growing number of readers. Or suggest strongly that my choices in those regards were misguided. The gods even seemed against me when, early on, I was interviewed by a TV reporter about what it was I was trying to do here in Schuyler County. First, the reporter was aggressive, asking “What gives you the right to do this? “It’s called the Constitution,” I answered, “and the Bill of Rights. Santa got a register-- donated by Famous Brands in Watkins Glen -- along with promises of support from other Watkins businesses. A TV station showed up and captured the event, though, so I didn’t feel too guilty.

But she was a good photographer, and a good writer, and when she warmed to what I was doing, she started contributing photos and a couple of stories. Before she died, two years into this venture, she urged me to keep going, even though the advertising was slow to grow. “Like dominoes.” Seven weeks after her passing, as I was thinking of pulling the plug on , the dominoes started falling -- the advertisers came on board -- and I found that I could make a living doing this. An occasional reader would criticize, for instance, my audacity at picking Athletes of the Week and All-Stars. The coverlet had slipped to the floor, and when I got up, it grabbed my legs as I tried to pass, putting me on the floor. And I knew right off that the ankle was injured, because it let me know. I gimped around all day, and had to restrict the number of things I was doing. That was when I got a heads-up from Santa Claus (that’s right) that a young Corning boy who had raised thousands of dollars for childhood cancer research last year had asked him for a cash register to handle the incoming funds from a similar effort this year.

She tells me that applications are being accepted by the village from any potential successors to her job.

****** Next: Kudos to the three most recent Paul Harris Fellows honored by the Watkins-Montour Rotary Club: Esther Heichel .

I am thankful too for the close friends with whom I am blessed. First, a thank you to the departing Donna Beardsley , who has been Watkins Glen Village Clerk for a decade and a half. 31, and I wish her nothing but good things as she heads into her “golden” years.