Local voices chime in on a variety of topics.
I was recently talking to a friend about personal connections, and we were discussing how even though GenZ, (born 1997- 2012), are more connected than any generation in history, they are the loneliest, and have the highest suicide rates of any previous generation. (GenAlpha has just reached adolescence and GenBeta started in 2025, so limited to no stats are available on them).
Members of the New Hampshire National Guard, including men and women who live and work in Manchester, could now find themselves deployed into a conflict whose purpose and duration remain uncertain. These are our neighbors. They coach youth sports, attend our churches, and work in our hospitals, construction sites, and small businesses.
Liz, my wife, and I had been streaming “Tell Me Lies” on Hulu, which is a show that a 50-year-old man has no business watching, much less enjoying. We binged on it for three straight days, rarely moving from the couch, and, suddenly, it was over.
Labyrinths have been around almost as long as humans have. There have been rudimentary labyrinths discovered among Neolithic ruins in cultures and locations all around the world.
When the state underfunds education, the difference must be made up locally. That means property taxes carry a heavier burden.
As I was taking in the Closing Ceremonies of the Winter Olympics, I was shocked to read the news of the sudden passing of someone near and dear to both the Manchester Central High School community, but also the city community at large, and that was Ms. Abigail Gemme.
Last June Trump said he obliterated Iran’s nuclear capabilities. He repeated the boast many times. Apparently, in 8 months Iran has unobliterarted its nuclear bomb capability since our military is busy reoliterating it today. Obliteration just isn’t what it used to be.
My concern is that some of these important educational values might be compromised if this bill to reduce academic supervision and accountability is passed.
After weighing my vacation plans, comparing them to my financial ledgers, I decided to spend my Winter Break this year hanging out at Chelbys each afternoon, drinking draft beer with The Lunch Crowd, a group of friends who I rarely get to see these days due to my work schedule.
The day after the snow fell, I woke up early, threw on my neon pink snowsuit, and ate my breakfast with the veracity of cat that hasn’t been fed in 2-3 hours. I rushed outside, and the day flew by. At one point, gazing up at that dirty gray chunk of street snow, I had a genius idea. Like Mallory and Irving gazing up the impossible form of Everest, I decided – I MUST climb and descend such a glorious mountain. Successfully.