The Millyard Museum in Manchester opened its brand new exhibit on the erstwhile Queen City Athletic Hall of Fame Tuesday evening, with supporters, inductees and family members of late athletes in attendance.
An artistic reunion some 130 years in the making is now being featured at the Millyard Museum.
No matter your political persuasion, you’re certain to see some of your favorite candidates — Kennedy, Nixon, Carter, Reagan, Clinton, Bush, Obama — as they meet with your friends and neighbors in their quest to win election to our nation’s highest office.
Meet author Dan Szczesny, ask him lots of questions, and buy lots of copies of his book during a short lecture and book signing June 30, 2018 from 10:30 a.m. – 12:30 p.m.at the Manchester Millyard Museum.
The Manchester Historic Association is proud to present, “Manchester’s Masters: The Artist’s Perspective,” opening March 27 and featuring the lives and work of Henry W. Herrick, Edward L. Custer, Lisa Anne Fletcher, Omer T. Lassonde, and George C. Soule – artists who called Manchester home.
Manchester Historic Association Executive Director John Clayton, as always, knows the story and will tell it with humor and panache help of clips from the film “The Founder,” the 2017 bio-pic featuring Oscar-winner Michael Keaton as Ray Kroc.
I read somewhere that good writers borrow but great writers steal, so, purely in the interest of advancing my career, I feel totally comfortable – not to mention upwardly-mobile – in saying that now is the winter of our discontent.
So, if politicians are afraid to make fun of themselves, professional comedians – as in the way that nature abhors a vacuum – have happily taken on the task. As a result, stand-up comedians and late night talk show hosts regularly run roughshod over incumbents and candidates alike.
Call me a romantic, but the antiseptic aroma of chlorine just can’t compete with the, um, musky scent of the Piscataquog River I knew as a child, and the measly tweet of a lifeguard’s whistle is no match for the blood-curdling scream of a young man who is hurtling toward the water at warp speed, eyes closed in anticipation of the inevitable – striking the fictional wreckage of a B&M freight train that folklore placed somewhere beneath the pilings of The Trestle at Kelley Falls.
After a while – and perhaps this was due to the absence of the National Football – canal suicides developed into a macabre spectator sport.