There are lots of wonderful things about spending a week in my hometown, Brattleboro, Vt. Here we have a stocked kitchen, two dogs, a fireplace, and the maple syrup flows from the sink faucets. And as of this morning, there is lots of snow. So much snow that the local newspaper, the Brattleboro Reformer—which is wonderful but like any local newspaper has a history of making unfortunate typos—led with it on page one.
Last year's edition of the annual Reformer Yuletide fuck-up, though, was my personal favorite:
If you can beat it, share in the comments.