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jim

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  1. UnknownApril 16, 2021 at 11:12 AM

    Hey Jim -- I just wanted to say that I enjoy your columns in Great North Arrow and I applaud you for supporting this ground-breaking publication. I, too, submit a column in Great North Arrow, and am proud that I too, support Cyndi and James. I live in Newmarket, but spent my summers at a cottage in Sundridge, so I know the area well and I plan on visiting the new Burk's Falls Welcome Centre this summer, maybe do a book reading from one of my three books! Any ways, Jim, keep on writing -- always an unique viewpoint from you!

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    1. Dog On A RootApril 16, 2021 at 11:28 AM

      Thank you so much for your comments. Be sure to let me know when you schedule your book reading and we will try to attend. When the pandemic is over, I was thinking we should try to get Jim & Cyndi to organize some kind of a gathering or barbecue for all those that contribute to the Great North Arrow to get to know each other. Do you have a website you would like to promote? If so I would be happy to link it with some of the other sites I have listed under "Check These Sites Out Too!"

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