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"I just don't know what to think of poor Mr. Johnson's death," CC said, stretching a toe out to pet Benji."What do you mean? He's dead." I stroked Blackbeard from head to tail as he lay across my lap and part of the cushion next to me. He is a very, very big boy. CC rolled her eyes."I know he's dead, but how? And if it was murder, who did it? I just can't imagine anyone we know is a murderer." Her eyes took on a faraway look as if mentally going through a Rolodex of town members."Well, I'm sure the hotshot new sheriff from the city will solve it in no time."When Mr. Johnson, the abrasive and crotchety bank manager who was almost universally disliked, is found dead in his house under suspicious circumstances, best friends CC and Claire decide the new sheriff doesn't know enough about small towns, and the people who live there, to solve the case. They begin asking questions, and generally annoying the sheriff, but one person points the finger at another until there are no answers, just more questions. With lots of reasons to want Mr. Johnson dead, what finally caused somebody to kill him? Could somebody they know really be a killer?Claire's inability to keep her thoughts to herself cause hurt feelings, hilarity, and bodily harm wherever she goes, but that won't stop CC and Claire from trying to find who might be a murderer. Nor do the sheriff's hopefully idle threats, and pointed statements, to keep out of his investigation. As far as Claire is concerned, he doesn't have much of an investigation.To make matters worse every time Claire and the sheriff are in the same area, he ends up injured. She didn't mean to hit him with her car, or slap him, or hit him with a door, or feed him dog biscuits, or run over his foot, or ... well you get the idea. A smart person would avoid the walking hazard that is Claire, but the sheriff keeps turning up wherever Claire goes. Is it a coincidence, or something more? The sparks and injuries fly as Claire and the new sheriff both try to solve the suspicious death of Mr. Johnson.

A century ago, Claremont, New Hampshire was a cultural mecca-a destination which drew performers from as far off as Boston and Montreal-and spectators from everywhere in between.Imagine if the popular bands of today were to make Claremont, New Hampshire, a tour stop, if your favorite A-list actors stopped by the local cinema for an appearance, or your favorite sports stars played right here in town.So it was for a period of time right here in our fair city.The Claremont Opera House was a huge draw to big names, to be sure, but other venues in Claremont drew celebrities as well. A few of these places exist today, in altered form, and many of them are gone. None of these venues stand as tall, as proud, and as well preserved as the Claremont Opera House.

2023 Distinguished Favorite by NYC Big Book Award2022 CIPA EVVY Gold Award Winner in Motivational/Inspirational, Bronze Memoir¿¿This is the story of my younger brother, Dr. Manu Dua, who battled oral cancer for almost two years. These are a series of blogs that he penned when faced with his own mortality at the young age of 34. He had accepted and made peace with his fate. These blogs are filled with much depth and wisdom. It chronicles his realization of life and what and who truly matters.May these blogs serve as a gentle reminder to not take life for granted. That no matter what we plan, things are out of our control, call it our fate or destiny. That through the darkest of times, there is still hope, and the power of the human spirit through adversities prevails.May you find comfort in his words should you or your loved ones walk this difficult road.-Dr. Parul Dua Makkar