I'm sure this highlights my coastal urban elitism, but I had to Google ghillie suit. Turns out it's just the actual word for those, like, 3D camouflage pajamas. You know, with the twigs and fake grass on them? Whatever, I am happy to have learned something today.
What's happening, America? Let's check in with today's small-town American newspaper, the Antrim Review of Antrim County, MI. It seems there's something of a enigma that has been puzzling the locals:
The Elk Rapids Historical Society was offered the United Methodist Church on the corner of Traverse and Pine Streets in Elk Rapids last November and some residents are wondering why they haven’t moved out of the cramped, damp basement of the old town hall and taken possession yet.
There's a reason that the notion of selling the Brooklyn Bridge has long served as shorthand for a rudimentary con job. Public authorities own and administer the span, and so documents decreeing private ownership of the thing are so plainly the handiwork of a scam artist that they've basically been retired from circulation as anything other than a Vaudeville-era punch line.
But greed and vanity reliably trump reason on the American scene, and so the current dust-up over the Ambassador Bridge, which links Detroit and Windsor, Ontario, has the point of the bridge-selling parable precisely backwards. As the main artery for trade between the United States and [...]