Local voices chime in on a variety of topics.
At the risk of mixing a metaphor, American shoes are as rare as steak tartare. They’re harder to find than the sunken city of Atlantis, a situation that was unfathomable (sorry) in Manchester as recently as 20 years ago.
After a while – and perhaps this was due to the absence of the National Football – canal suicides developed into a macabre spectator sport.
Middy Proulx died in 1983, and one of Manchester’s more fascinating sports stories was buried with him, until now!
If it seems like maybe school isn’t really for boys, it isn’t surprising that some boys find themselves tuning out and turning away from school, or school-like activities, at fairly early ages. And this matters, because boys have higher drop-out rates in high school and enter college at lower rates than girls.
A glimpse inside the world of Pawfleet and a plea for help for Boris Kitty, an ailing anipal.
I say the origins of life in Manchester begin with one of its most hideously spectacular natural wonders.
Senate Republicans would rather show working families that they care more about a few hundred businessmen than 40,000 hard working Granite Staters.
I know too much to support a resurgence in horse racing. I’d rather support horses in need, like the ones awaiting adoption through the American Wild Horse Preservation Campaign.
Am I for it? Yes, but as a student of Manchester history, I am also quite aware of the mayhem that both freight and passenger trains have rained down on our community in years past.
When it comes to managing other people’s conflict I heard a great line this week: “Not my circus, not my monkeys.” While this is a cute mental image it reminds me that the conflict other people have rarely has anything to do with us, even when they try to make it about us.