# THE REDGUM HOLLOW GAZETTE **Est. whenever it was — Marge Holloway, Editor, Publisher, Typesetter & Sole Surviving Subscriber Who Pays** *Edition 7 — Monday to Thursday* --- *Weather: Hot. Still hot. The sky remains an unbroken insult to farmers.* --- ## CREEKSIDE SOURDOUGH: THE CARD IS UP AND THE MATH HAS BEEN DONE A handwritten card appeared on Lorraine Apps's store counter Tuesday morning. It reads, simply: *Creekside Sourdough — Tues & Fri.* Kevin Apps was present and said nothing. The town has noted this with the solemnity it deserves. By ten o'clock Tuesday, both loaves were gone. The Friday supply followed. Lorraine has communicated the sell-through rate to no one, which this publication interprets as the sell-through rate being *extraordinary.* A woman who expected modest results does not make a card and leave it up all week. A woman who expected modest results says "well, it moved." Lorraine has said nothing. The card remains. Draw your own conclusions, and then know that those conclusions are correct. Tash Novak — who arrived in this town with a sourdough starter and a paperwork folder that reportedly caused a grown subcommittee to exhale — is now formally part of the landscape. Deb Forsythe processed her festival stall application efficiently. This is Deb's preferred description of events, and this newspaper has chosen this week to accept it. --- ## HENDERSON GATE: THE BORE QUESTION MOVES FROM RUMOUR TO CATEGORY Shelley Poidevin's ute was at the Henderson gate Wednesday morning. Bev's nephew, on a water run, drove past and clocked the whole exchange: two people, a fence between them, a conversation that lasted. "That Landcare woman from Barraba" is the current description in circulation, which undersells Shelley considerably but is accurate in geography. Ray Connelly — cash buyer, Queensland man, current subject of this newspaper's most vigorous ongoing investigation — has now received a visit from Landcare and stood at a fence and talked. This places the bore question in the category of *things being actively worked on,* which is its own resolution and a better one than most of the Henderson property has seen in years. This newspaper also notes, for the public record, that a self-addressed Gazette envelope departed Thursday's postbag addressed to the Henderson place. Whether Mr Connelly replies is, at time of printing, the active question at the café end of town. This editor will wait. She has waited before. --- ## STEVE-O: THE ABSENCE ON THE TEAM SHEET The footy sheet is up at the pub. Currawong Flats, Saturday. Steve-o's name is not on it. It was not on it last week either, but last week it was background. This week, after a quiet conversation at Tash's counter Wednesday — Steve-o leaning in, Steve-o leaving looking like a man who'd said something true and found it no lighter for the saying — this week the absence is *loud.* No statement has been made. Deb Forsythe has offered nothing. The team will take the field against Currawong Flats without him and this paper will not pretend that is ordinary. --- ## LETTERS TO THE EDITOR **From B. Hartigan, via the post:** *Marge — the fuel prices are now simply not decent. I drove to Gunnedah. I will not say what I spent. I will say the servo here should be embarrassed. — Bev H.* **From a reader who signs herself "A Friend of Good Bread":** *I was in the store at nine forty-seven on Tuesday. There was one loaf left. I bought it. I am not sorry. — Name withheld at her own request and honestly fair enough.* **From C. Burton, handwritten, delivered in person Thursday:** *Marge. The weather is what it is. Some things take time. — C.B.* *[Ed. note: Filed under Profound.]* --- ## AROUND THE DISTRICT - Clarrie Burton was observed in brief conversation with Priya outside the store Thursday. Both departed without ceremony. This newspaper has filed this and will say no more presently. - The Royal Hotel remains open. Saturday will test its till. - The child's shoe on the Henderson fence remains. It is doing its job. - Still no rain. --- *The Redgum Hollow Gazette — printed when there is something to print, which is always.*