Once again, today’s typo comes to us from the wacky world of local politics.
“The fact is we all voted for the bond of the new school. At that time I was informed that they did not need my help since the bond past.”
Ghosts of bonds past, as in a Dickens tale.
Monty Python-inspired scene: That bond, sir, is late; it has ceased to exist. That bond has gone to meet its maker; it is pushing up the daisies.
The bond passed, by the way.
I love an ancient bond!