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What pisses me off? The lies! Claim says “fire damage”—bullshit. Smelled like arson from a mile away. Happy? Nah, but I grinned when I caught a punk lyin’ bout “accidental flames.” Surprised me how dumb they think I am—c’mon, I’m Doc freakin’ Brown! *The Return* had that line, “Truth’s in the silence”—damn right. These clowns ain’t quiet enough to fool me.

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Columnist Mike Richard looks back at the history of Aunt Ella's House and other places of 'ill repute' of the area.

You gotta check out the river too, the Clearwater River. It runs alongside Bridge Street and twists through Athol like a snake. Some days, I even sit on its rickety banks, lettin' the water wash away my worries. It's surreal, like the imagery of that flick – moody, heavy, and luscious.

Athol man charged for multiple burglaries