Local voices chime in on a variety of topics.
A duck rescued and nurtured by residents of a California nursing home is in federal lock up. The story of Juanita the duck.
Every day, the heroin and opioid crisis is ending lives, devastating futures, and pulling apart families across New Hampshire. Wednesday I will vote to ask New Hampshire lawmakers to return to the State House for a special session to take swift action to address this issue.
‘Manchester needs a leader who has the experience, ability, and temperament to bring people together to solve the many challenges facing our community, and that’s why I am running for Mayor.’
By putting taxpayers first we have achieved great things: economic development is thriving, public safety is a priority, we have created new public private partnerships in our schools for our students and we are addressing the heroin epidemic head on and emerging a leader on solutions.
In their heyday – from 1947 to 1950 – midget racers buzzed around the banked, asphalt oval just south of Grenier Field on Sunday nights, emitting a roar that made Manchester a major motorhead mecca. OK, the track was in Londonderry. What the owners lacked in geography, they made up for in their ability to market the midgets.
Why wouldn’t we want to give our children access to this resource as part of their public education?
While I would like to sign your Statement of Principles, I find myself with more questions than answers, assertions without reference, a school district that has struggled for years with its existing pre-school program, the questionable results of the Head Start program nationwide and the opinions and analyses of many experts that don’t agree with the solutions proposed by your organization to the issues raised.
A letter arrived from the same prison, stamped STATE PRISON GENERATED MAIL, with the name of a different prisoner in the return address. One of the drawbacks of writing to strangers in prison is the lack of privacy behind bars. I wondered if my name and address would one day be passed around the cellblock by Eric, with or without his knowledge. This letter was from John G. and said that Eric had been held in the infirmary due to a mental health issue.
This is not a joke. In recent years, more and more people have been planning their own funerals. According to mortician Steve Skiles, who’s been doing these types of funerals for years, ”It’s a way of saying, ‘Hey world, I may be dead but I’m not gone.”’
But phubbing – that is phone snubbing, or the act of snubbing someone in a social setting by looking at your phone instead of paying attention – has become so commonplace, I have a hard time taking seriously a recent study that suggests it is a practice that is ruining relationships and leading to widespread depression.
Apparently, the decision to erect a Town Pound was a major civic undertaking. It made the current Presidential Primary campaign look like table talk at a poker game. We’re just hoping the Presidential election is resolved more swiftly than the Town Pound debate – it lasted 90 years – or our grandchildren won’t be alive to see Chelsea Clinton’s granddaughter take the oath of office.
Early in our correspondence, Eric G. mentioned he was bi-polar and that it was being treated with meds. He sometimes started hunger strikes because he was being deprived of the correct medications, or they were not delivered as ordered. When he was sent to new facility, often the medical orders were slow to arrive. And being sent to a new prison complex also meant his personal belongings did not arrive with him and it was usually quite a while before he was reunited with books, photos, art supplies.
Challenge to fight addiction through recovery options is only good until November 1st. Donors who give $100 or more will be recognized on a plaque at Farnum North. Gifts may be made in honor of a loved one.
Yes, back in 1899 – when cows may well have outnumbered people in this dairy-intensive state – New Hampshire had strict laws regarding butterine, aka margarine, which is why the Manchester crime wave was front-page news.
Latasha Jackson of Fort Worth, TX, lost her parents to domestic violence when her father murdered her mother and then killed himself. Her mother died trying to protect her children and now my friend runs an organization called “ I Am Cheryl’s Voice” because that is her calling now that her mother Cheryl can’t speak for herself.
Today, I am choosing to dwell on the forces of good, not evil, in this world. From a grateful mother to the Umpqua Community College student and Army veteran who took five bullets as he tackled the shooter and is a real life super hero: Thank you.
I’m just another sojourner rounding an unfamiliar but expected corner on this thing called life. Motherhood has been my dwelling place. I have loved and nurtured four beautiful babies. I have answered their universal cry the best I could.
You would remember Monday Night Shoppers if you were around between 1957 and 1975. That was the 18-year run of the weekly back-page UL feature that put the spotlight – well, okay, a circle – on customers in the downtown business district. But you should also know that this back page feature was front page news when it started.
“I met Charles Manson in 2004. He’s an old guy now, but he’s still pretty nuts. I got along with him even though a lot of people don’t like him. I don’t judge him, though.”
