Local voices chime in on a variety of topics.
And just like that, in a hyperbolic blink, my daughter Paige has finished her first year of college and moved her belongings[1] back into her childhood bedroom.
While the administration is off to a good start, even the president’s most ardent supporters would admit there have been setbacks, like Congress’s failure to pass the Build Back Better agenda and voting rights legislation.
Our team at Amoskeag Health is extremely concerned about HB 1131’s disregard for the health and well-being of our patients and community members, especially those who have underlying health conditions and disabilities. A one-size-fits-all response to masks does not work for our children, our school districts, or the Granite State.
Codifying abortion rights has never been more critical, but when the time came to vote on the amendment, State Senate President and US Senate candidate Chuck Morse was the deciding vote against its passage.
In a nutshell: You are taking the most desperate of all people in this city, rendering them way more desperate, and then scattering them into everyone else’s neighborhoods. Can’t you see that? Do you really have to watch firsthand, like I’ve done way too many times, just to realize what you’re doing here? Do I have to explain how that’s bad for everyone, whether you live in a camp or merely live in any home in this city?
The Captain I know passed away on Sunday morning at age 48 after battling pancreatic cancer. He fought valiantly, but let’s be real: cancer is a motherfucker, and pancreatic is one of the worst. The Captain was my first cousin Jaime’s husband and my good friend, and I already miss him. But I don’t want this to be sullen or maudlin. The Captain would kick me square in the Richard if he knew I made this sullen or maudlin.
Words matter. Words define. It’s passenger rail. And if we would all be willing to think past the daily traffic on 93 and the Everett Turnpike weekday mornings and afternoons, we’d likely see the huge potential benefits of returning robust passenger rail to the Granite State.
On Thursday, May 5—a manufactured “Mexican” holiday that gives amateur drunks an excuse to get sloshed on watery margaritas and warm Coronas—I encountered said crowds in downtown Manchester during the city’s Taco Tour and I freaked out. My social anxiety swelled like a broken toe, then I had to go.
There’s that moment in Raiders of the Lost Ark where Indiana Jones reverts cleanly back into his archeologist-archetype and is standing at the edge of his dig site as his friends work below – completely oblivious to the fact that he’s in the midst of his enemies and is in danger.
It was 50 years ago this month that I first set foot in the White Mountains. To be more accurate, it was 50 years ago that my cold wet squishy-sneakered feet and my jeans got absolutely drenched in several streams in the White Mountains.