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But why serve? What benefits are there to serving? I have listed some reasons why serving is not only good for the community, but for the individual as well.
Pulitzer Prize-winning humorist Dave Barry penned a book in the 1980s titled Homes and Other Black Holes: The Happy Homeowner’s Guide to Ritual Closing Ceremonies, Newton’s First Law of Furniture Buying, the Lethal Chemicals Man, and Other Perils of the American Dream. The cover depicts a homeowner dumping a wheelbarrow full of money into a demolished foundation. That about covers it.
For those unfamiliar, Karen is a slang for an irritating, entitled, and demanding woman exhibiting obnoxious behavior in public settings. According to Wikipedia, Karen is used as a slang typically for a middle-class white woman perceived as entitled or demanding beyond the scope of what is normal. According to a popular meme, Karen sports an asymmetrical bob who is always asking to speak to the manager.
For those of you who were too busy stuffing your gullets Thursday and may have missed the news, Vito the pug pulled off an epic upset at The Kennel Club in Philadelphia and was named “Best in Show,” the first pug to win the award since humans started broadcasting the competition in 2002.
Speaking of relatives, I’ve long wondered if luck—good or bad—might also be hereditary. To my knowledge, scientists have yet to isolate a “luck” gene, but I’m sure that we can all probably name a few families who seem to have an inordinate amount of luck—horseshoes up the keister—as well as some families who seem downright snakebitten.
I can barely get the word out of my mouth: seven-ty. It sounds so, um, old, and it’s coming up faster than a Disney bullet train.
The following is a letter to the editor from Ward 8 BOSC Member Jessica Spilllers
Meet Alice 🐶 and Elma 🐱 rescue animals looking for their fur-ever homes in the Granite State!
In an attempt to preserve my liver and my mental well-being, I’ve decided to take a “time out” from any media reporting on Trump, or the imminent plans to exact Project 2025, or the apparently inevitable demise of democracy.