Phin was just finishing up with setting the type for the next issue, hoping nothing earth-shattering was going to happen before he went to press, which had happened too many times before. On his mind was the Founders Day Celebration and the plans that needed to be finalized. He set the locked forme, or frame, carefully on the press bed and moved to the coffee pot and his cup.

He paused a moment, then called out to Tully, "Tully? You about?" This had been her idea, well, perhaps she was simply the impetus that got some people involved and excited about the idea of the circus coming to Kalispell. As luck would have it, Tommy Lane came in through the back door, as he usually did when the paper was ready to go to press.

"Hello, Mister McVay, we ready to have at it?" The boy asked.

"Not just yet, say, I wonder, would you see if you can locate the marshal and Addy Chapple? Tell them it's about Founder's Day, Mrs. Thornton-Carlton is due to be in shortly, so you needn't hunt her down." Phin asked.

"Sure thing, Mister McVay," And out the front door he went at a run. The Marshal would be easy, he would be in his office, his morning rounds complete. Addy, Miss Chapple, that could be a bit more of a challenge. She could be anywhere in town, or even out of town, but he would check all over if necessary.

Phin liked the boy. Tommy already knew almost as much as Phin about setting type and running the press. Good to have a young man interested in a trade. He thought.

Now all Phin needed to do was locate the list they had made of what needed doing, and by whom. He looked at his desk, covered in papers of all shapes and sizes, notes for stories, notes to himself, and assorted scraps of paper with notes for any number of things, some old some new. A project that seriously needed doing.

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