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Give Them the Chips — Michael and Stacy Come for Lunch This is a local story, the kind that happens quietly and stays with you. It took place in a small café in a Vermont village, where the servers live by a simple motto: “Give them the chips.” Years ago, my wife Barbara and I owned…

Give Them the Chips — Michael and Stacy Come for Lunch This is a local story, the kind that happens quietly and stays with you. It took place in a small café in a Vermont village, where the servers live by a simple motto: “Give them the chips.” Years ago, my wife Barbara and I owned…

By Jack McDonough Many years ago in Ireland, long before post boxes lined the streets, letters were delivered by post boys and bellmen who walked the winding roads of Dublin. They went door to door, ringing a small handbell to announce their arrival. The chime called people to their thresholds to send or receive news…