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He's baack.
Actually, it seems he never really left.
Scott D. Wolfe has resumed his barrage of Worcester-bashing letters to the editor, those public diatribes of distaste for all things local, those missives of malice that drip with contempt for his hated hometown.
You may have seen them lately, in this newspaper and others. In classic Wolfeian prose, the letters excoriate this city as a dead, dirty and pathetic shell of a community whose doofus-like denizens rush to grab free tomato plants at Spag's the way people in Paris rush to the opera.
Even Providence is a shiny mecca compared to poor old Worcester, according to Mr. Wolfe, whose most recent letter was lovingly titled "Worcester is a bombed-out ghost town" and published in The Providence Journal.
"Worcester is the complete opposite of Providence -- a dull, dreary, depressing, filthy, run-down, tired old New England mill town that is as dead as a doornail," he wrote. "Nothing fine can ever survive and prosper in Worcester."
Shucks, Scott. Don't hold back or anything. Let it out, guy.
The funny thing is, Mr. Wolfe is not supposed to be here. When last we heard from him and his adjectives, he was publicly bidding adieu to Worcester and moving on to better things.
"Before I go, I just wanted to say, `good riddance forever, Worcester,' " he wrote to the Telegram & Gazette in 1997 before leaving for a new life on Cape Cod....