Local voices chime in on a variety of topics.
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.
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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.
As we remember Dr. King, how he navigated the tumultuous times he lived in and how he dreamed of a better future for all of us, I hope we remember the moments he called on us to move from our zone of comfort and lean into the discomfort of challenging ourselves, our family and friends, and our neighbors to grow beyond our sphere of experiences and to acknowledge the lived experiences of those whose ideologies are different than our own.
If you closed your eyes at the Rex Theater Saturday evening, you virtually thought the Allman Brothers Band was playing live, right for you.
Pack some workout clothes in a bag in your backseat and drive directly to the gym after work. Do not stop at the bar for a pitcher of draft beer and buffalo wings, even if your buddies’ cars are in the parking lot. Wrong parking lot. Laser focus, fatty. Keep driving.
Meet Joe Dakin, a NH Artist who is using his art to speak to the issues surrounding Climate Change. Joe