Local voices chime in on a variety of topics.
My point is that when people run for local office, it is generally to serve their community. Of course, you do have people who have ulterior motives or who want power, but we should not judge the lot based on a few. Elections are too important.
This is due to the fact that Heathcliff and I both struggle with anxiety disorders[2] that can make socializing strenuous and sometimes manifests in panic attacks—sometimes at a table with comfortable and gregarious friends.
I suppose there’s no graceful way of phrasing this—especially to music aficionados, many of whom I’ve interviewed and written about and will likely never take me seriously again. So I’ll just say it bluntly with my shoulders back and my chin up. I love Billy Squier’s music.
When I felt like I had no one to turn to, basketball got me through it all. It improved my confidence. It made me more assertive but respectful. It showed me the value of hard work and kept me safe from being on the street and stepping out of line. I laser-focused on my love for the game and became better and better over time.
My first attempt at starting an unauthorized Kickball League for The Homeless in Manchester was a tad fruitless (to say the very least), but not without a high degree of verbal gems to lick and consider in the days ahead.
The Governor and The Attorney General’s statements here have expressly criticized these jurors’ actions in a way that could adversely influence not only these particular jurors’ future jury service, but could adversely influence other potential future jurors throughout the state.
The current state of affairs in Manchester is a trashy one. I don’t mean politics. I don’t mean the Department of Public Works. I mean what Mom said: “Pick up after yourself.”
The suite—which accommodates roughly 40 people—was air-conditioned[10] and spacious with modern couches and coffee tables with chips and pastry trays, a big screen television to our right while in front of us, through the window panes, Fenway Park stretched out unfettered by any obstructions, a truly idyllic view.
To me, one of the attractions of New Hampshire was the opportunity to support local businesses and communities. I like to believe here in New Hampshire you can choose your own adventure as we have many opportunities. However what happens when your adventure is being threatened; will your neighbors and community support and rally behind you? What if it is your neighbors are causing chaos? What if hate is literally knocking at your door? Then what?
Well, it was 1965 and off to Central High. A new chapter and new friends. They were in the process of building a new addition to the school and they were driving the pilings into the ground so the building shook constantly.
Instead of simply complaining, I decided to present my ideas for a possible solution. Although not the perfect solution, my hope is that my ideas will act as a starting point to answering the question of why isn’t it done this way?
As Memorial Day came and passed, I was reminded of how it was one of the most challenging days of the year for me. This is because of the unfortunate passing of someone, my grandfather, who was the only veteran I was related to. I taught myself to work through pain or write about it. I figured why not do both?
Maybe I’m not “a good boy.” Maybe I have no interest in being “a good boy” according to The Blonde Woman’s ideas about the concept. Maybe I’d prefer to live my life following my passions—I’m passionate about cheese and, yes, I will continue to beg for it—even it means indulging in my dark/“bad” side.
The January 6th hearings have wound down for the moment but I won’t forget what I learned—that what happened that day wasn’t an isolated attack on our Capitol. It’s part of an ongoing criminal conspiracy to undermine our freedom to vote and to choose our elected leaders.
Having spent three-plus decades as a registered nurse (RN) working in acute care, home care, and long-term care environments, I like to say—and I think I’ve earned the right—nurses are the oxygen that keep our health care system running. And like the human body, without enough oxygen, the system fails.
But I was apprehensive about starting “Tracy Flick Can’t Win” for a couple of reasons, which I’m also fairly certain that my fellow book-nerds will understand.
