Local voices chime in on a variety of topics.
One day I took them out of the box (I probably had a better use for the box) and took a good look at them. The labels were barely legible or crossed off with something else written on top. I had to blow off the dust. What to do with them? Can’t just throw them out — could I?
There was plenty discussed this weekend about the Democratic National Committee’s decision regarding New Hampshire’s role in the Presidential Primary Nomination Calendar, as there has been in recent months and likely in future months as well. In the end though, did this weekend’s decision to officially put South Carolina first really matter? The short answer is no, and the long answer is not at this time, and that long answer deserves a thread.
It’s budget season at the State House as well as in towns. And the folks at the State House are jubilant that their budget is overflowing with federal monies. Local towns? Not so much.
History proves that, given a choice between passenger rail and congested roads, commuters will overwhelmingly choose the latter. I-93 in Mass and I-95 in Maine are highly visible nearby examples of under-utilized trains near over-capacity roads. NH is no different. There is insufficient rail demand to justify the expense.
Part of what makes a city great in my opinion is the constant motion (or the always present “hustle and bustle” of a city). There is always something going on. In a community, as in a business or in life, I believe that many things can happen at once. So when I hear the comment that we as a city cannot move forward until the issues are resolved, I simply disagree. We cannot miss opportunities because we are blinded by that “one thing” that needs to be resolved.
No, he’s not dead. He just moved away with his special lady. But not like, “we’re heading to New Boston or the seacoast” kind of move. I mean, they move, moved. Like you can’t get Xfinity there. The Celtics games come on weeks later. Only videos available to watch are the “The Mary Jane Girls” and “Sha-Na-Na” outtakes.
Among those cut out of the curriculum, according to media reports, was Audre Lorde, perhaps the foremost Black woman poet of the 20th century. As famous as Lorde, who died at age 58 in 1992, is in certain circles, hers is hardly a household name, but there is a group of now-middle-aged Central High School graduates who are unlikely to forget their run-in as high school students with a woman whose work Ron DeSantis believes to be unfit for high school consumption.
Did you know that New Hampshire’s Merrimack Valley is the most populous metro area in New England that does not have passenger rail service?
As I’ve been begrudgingly hurled into middle-age—soon to be old and cantankerous—it’s now high time for me to pass into this vast world of adult condescension and critique “the kids these days.” Only I can’t speak from a place of exasperation, only concern, when I say, “The kids these days are not okay.”
I took my first black-and-white photos with a Brownie camera where you looked down at the lens to see your subject; and you even had to insert and roll the 110 film inside the camera in the dark. I wasn’t alone. Millions of Brownie cameras were sold to a hungry consumer population.
I believe that we can work on solving the ongoing issues of addiction and homelessness while working on the continued development of our city so that it is an even better place for all. (As a city, we need to be able to do both. Yes, we have issues, but we also have opportunities that should not be overlooked or ignored because we are too focused on solving issues. (Of course, I say this as an optimist).
While she was not a Shakespearean scholar, my grandmother—who was an avid reader and one of the few mortals I’ve known deserving of canonization—was fond of using a title of one of The Bard’s plays for its idiomatic wisdom. “All’s well that ends well,” my grandmother would say at the resolution of any issue, ranging from a brush fire to an inferno.
Thankfully, you can do just that on Sunday the Jan. 29 at The Rex Theatre on Amherst Street where they’ll be hosting the “New England Winter Blues Festival,” a gathering of country heavy rock blues with some good grind-it-down sound, with a dash of Italian born rhythm and roots. The show starts at 4 p.m.
Want a better-behaved dog? Want to wow your friends with an amazingly well-trained best friend? Start with attention training! It’s simple and is the basis for a lifetime of obedience and fun!
The decision to run for your State Senator blossomed from my love for our beautiful Granite State. I hoped to be a voice for the families of District 9, and even more so, highlight the many towns frequently overlooked by legislators due to their comparatively small size. I see these little communities as major contributors to New Hampshire’s character and made it a priority to see that they received the support and resources needed to thrive.
Which got me to thinking — what goes around comes around, be it in fashion, food, hairstyles, cars. Now, as my husband pointed out to me, the engines of cars from the 1960s started in a very different manner than cars today. Even though I understand that fact, I couldn’t help but recall that the 1960 Rambler I learned to drive in and the 2019 Honda CRV both started with a push to a button. The Rambler needed an actual key in the ignition; the CRV needs the key FOB close by. It gave me a sort of “back to the future” moment.
I tried to slow my breathing, struggling to recall the techniques that my wife—a yoga instructor—taught me to use in states of intense anxiety. For a football fan and a sports gambler, Wild Card Weekend is a religious observance, and with a quick spit of discourse, suddenly, my grandiose romantic plans came crashing to earth.
