Local voices chime in on a variety of topics.
When I finally watched the classic movie, Top Hat, I immediately recognized the set as being the same one I recalled on Sesame Street, and instantly understood why the child in me was enraptured.
The debate of closing Elm Street has begun and everyone has their own opinion on it. Whether you want it open all the time, open sometimes, or closed all the time; there are arguments for every option.
The love of a child and a parent is sacred. For every parent this book is a must read. You will look closely the next time you see a missing child staring back at you and wonder where he/she is.
There are also many things that can be done in the workplace to help service industry employees feel comfortable speaking out when sexual harassment and assault occurs.
There are so many beautiful things about this city I learned about while I made this video that I had no intention of learning. I just wanted old pics and cool tunes. What I ended up getting was humbled by the beautiful history that surrounds me every single day.
Wyatt had his hustle on, so I gave chase. That didn’t last long. Five steps in I went to my knees, then my face went crashing into the grass. Thump! Right on my nose, hands free. I was later told by a group of friends who were standing not far away, leaning against my newly rediscovered Dodge Dakota, that I stood up, took one step and face planted 207 pounds of Dad girth back into the earth.Â
While traveling around Manchester and even the outskirts along the city, you will most likely encounter a person that is
It was a terrible week, a beautiful week, a week full of strife and wonder. My mother, only 78 –
Life is better when we’re laughing. Charlie Chaplin said, “A day without laughter is a day wasted.” Charles Dickens said, “There is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good humor.” Lesser known, but still wise, Dr Madan Kataria said: “I have not seen anyone dying of laughter, but millions are dying because they are not laughing.”Â
Gunning my car up 93 North, crushing the lanes, barely hitting the brakes, feeding off my anger, my confusion, my fear that my favorite toy in the world, my Dakota, a truck I bought for the sole purpose of pretending to be Sam Shepard on the weekends, was gone for good, sold for scrap metal or a bag of dope.