By Jane Parnell My friend Nancy in Buena Vista is sick and tired of my phone calls of the past nine years, ever since I purchased a home in Fairplay with two spare bedrooms that could be rented out. “This is my last tenant, so help me God,” I said in this morning’s call. “You’ve said that before,” her disgust registering through the static on our cell phones. It’s either the wildfire smoke or the number of Americans on their cell phones scheduling another tele-visit with their primary care doc or therapist so they can survive the pandemic and the ...
