Gun fetish
To the editor:
Merriam-Webster defines a fetish as “…an object of irrational reverence or obsessive devotion.”
It seems to me that many people fetish over guns.
To the editor:
Merriam-Webster defines a fetish as “…an object of irrational reverence or obsessive devotion.”
It seems to me that many people fetish over guns.
During the course of my career, I had the privilege of meeting people from every possible walk of life all over the world, and each will forever hold a dear place within my portfolio of memories and lessons learned. One gentleman in particular has captivated my attention once again.
A little over two weeks ago we received a phone call about an injured stray cat. The person said it had been coming to their home every morning to eat and that it had injuries to its head and ears. We were asked to help and we said “yes” if they could catch the cat.
Concretions are natural phenomena unknown to most people but occurring all around the world including Aroostook County. Concretions are hard masses of rock. In Latin, the word con means ‘together’ and the word crescere means “to grow.” Joined together the two words become “concretions. “
As a native of Aroostook County, I know how important high-speed Internet is to the vitality of rural communities. From spurring job creation to supporting telemedicine to allowing online classes, access to broadband unlocks almost endless benefits and possibilities.
To the editor:
Van Buren closed the police station in December. Why? They say it’s because they cannot find anyone to hire. A nation with 7 percent unemployment cannot find an officer to employ?
Who could have fathomed at the beginning that we’d survive an entire year of COVID-19 lockdown?
Everyone has a role in fighting blight in Caribou. The easiest way is to keep your own property in good repair and free from rubbish and fire hazards. Neighborhood pride is contagious.
When I decided to run for the Maine House of Representatives, I had no idea that we were about to experience a pandemic. I also never thought that, this late in the year, the Legislature would meet as a body only one time (Dec. 2), to be sworn in at the Augusta Civic Center and not the Statehouse.
I knew it was going to be a day to remember, a day to reflect upon for years to come, a day to celebrate with a strong belly laugh or two — and indeed it was.