
Holly Election Somehow Now About Saving The Republic
Big development in the Holly Village President race: apparently we are no longer electing a village president.
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Big development in the Holly Village President race: apparently we are no longer electing a village president.
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Holly resident Tammy Flickenstaff announced this week that she is actively seeking part-time employment, provided it does not involve food, retail, customer service, driving, mornings, evenings or weekends.
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Declaring shortly after breakfast that he intended to “do absolutely nothing” with his Labor Day, Holly resident Eric Brindle was observed 43 minutes later standing on a ladder with a cordless drill.
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The first campaign signs of the season have begun appearing across Holly, marking the start of the community’s annual nine-week lawn migration ahead of the Nov. 3 general election.
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Opening festivities at the Michigan Renaissance Festival were briefly interrupted Saturday when a time portal opened near Hollygrove and deposited several residents of 14th-century Europe onto the festival grounds.
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The Holly Farmers Market announced plans to phase out traditional farmers in favor of additional 3D-printed dragon vendors after determining residents strongly prefer articulated plastic creatures to produce.
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A restored 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle drew a familiar crowd of spectators eager to explain that a brother, father, uncle, or guy named Terry once owned essentially the same car.
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Holly Area Schools announced a bond-funded monorail network after determining that student drop-off traffic had finally exceeded the useful capacity of roads, cones, arrows, and increasingly desperate parking-lot directions.
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