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Not unlike millions of Americans throughout our country I have been, shall we say, obsessing over the wild ride known as the presidential election cycle. I have taken a particular interest in the polls for the first time, with the hope of being able to interpret the numbers so I could see who was winning, or going to win.
Kelly Ayotte’s tagline; ‘Don’t Mass up NH’ might be a cute play on words, but it could offend many potential voters. Since 2020, 44% of new residents moved here from MA and many work there. While NH has cheaper housing, it’s easier to afford a NH home with a MA salary. Is Ms. Ayotte running against the entire state of Massachusetts?!
Many of us grew up watching three television stations and UHF, along with the necessary rabbit ears that always needed tending. Free television now consists of (according to strength of signal) ABC, MeTV, followed by PBS, CBS, NBC, HSN, ion, FOX, and some others originating from New York.
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But Rob? Rob’s earned something special as we near the end of this trip. A poetic salute. An accolade. And this? I’ve written two different versions, each of which fails in different ways. The third version, at the end, is the only one worth a warm pitcher of spit.
And while this might make me seem unhip, it was the first gay wedding that I’ve ever attended, and I am almost 50 years old.
Under Joyce Craig’s leadership, Manchester was a disaster.
The following is a letter to the editor and does not necessarily reflect the opinions of Manchester Ink Link or its sponsors.
I’ve been to a few services. Last night, though. Last night hit different. Usually I check my pockets before I go, but a tiny miracle must’ve crawled out of one. For some time between a few nanoseconds and a lifetime, my brain quit yammering. It sat down, got real quiet behind my face. And in that stillness, I slipped somewhere. Maybe a trance. Maybe a meditation. Maybe a short walk into a parallel dimension. It was so like nothing it was one of the best somethings I’ve ever had. This church is heaven—even if it has no opinion about anything.
Today, our big trip flips. This isn’t just pretty deserts or cold coastlines anymore. This is Africa the way every kid imagines it. Wide-eyed, lions-on-the-savanna Africa. And in some freak stroke of genius (luck, really), we’ve saved the best for last. Cake after dinner. Ice cream, maybe even sprinkles.