The Soapbox: A Holiday Riddle
read more…: The Soapbox: A Holiday RiddleIt’s hard to imagine our lives without plastic but we can say NO to plastic shopping bags.
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It’s hard to imagine our lives without plastic but we can say NO to plastic shopping bags.
As we navigate a rapidly changing world, the arts offer hope, and inspiration. In a time of economic uncertainty, political division, and social isolation, they remind us of our shared humanity. They bring us together to celebrate, reflect, and dream.
As the calendar approached 1920, the automobile, as a police fleet vehicle, or as a civilian means of transportation to be controlled, was a larger focus of the Nashua Police Department.
A recent Op-Ed in the Union Leader by Aldermen Tim Sennott, Tom Lopez and Melbourne Moran highlighted the need for the Board and City leaders to rein in spending. Board members should view spending as a nonpartisan issue, recognizing the financial limitations our citizens’ funding government faces
Local journalism is a critical part of the civic infrastructure holding up democracy. Like solid roads and water pipes in your neighborhood, our local information systems need to be strong and sustainable.
Being aware of the simmering political stew of having two Fire Chiefs, and the standoff between Whitney and Mayor Burke, a large crowd gathered to see what would happen. An article in the Nashua Telegraph stated, “Such a scene has not been witnessed in this city for many years since the days of intense rivalry between the old volunteer companies.”
But there are communities within communities. Someone of great significance in one community may not be known in others. My community— the non-profit community — lost a very significant person early this month. Her name was Denise Jackson, and I was fortunate enough to be one of her colleagues for the past three years.
As the end of the second decade of the 20th century approached, more and more automobile traffic clogged Nashua’s streets prompting a plethora of new traffic laws.
At some point during 1913, the police department still not owning any motorized vehicles, spent another $248.50 to rent a car from H.C. Lintott Company on Main Street and $65.50 with L.A. Holt & Co, for livery and $2 with Wheeler and Nutting livery to rent a wagon and horses.
The bag is still hanging on in my maple. I am pretty sure I’ll outlast it, but now, instead of just planning on outlasting it, I am researching what I can do about it. I prefer action.