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Strange word selection, no? I’m not sure how common a phrase this is. Having heard it first in Econ 101 in “the ago,” I always envisioned large swaths of eligible voters sitting on stools at their election places, slipping off their shoes (a chilly situation in November in the eastern states!), and depressing (pun intended) the levers with their toes. Not exactly what my prof had in mind, no doubt, but internally amusing nonetheless. I recently considered this phrase when confronted with an unpleasant situation. Unhappy with being declined for a number of concert ticket requests from my favorite band’s
paper mill closing
Last week, the owner of the 131-year-old paper mill in Luke, Md. announced its closing as of June 30. Six-hundred-and-seventy-five people will lose their jobs, and consider how far-reaching the implications: Families of those workers; businesses that cater to those workers; businesses that offer services to the mill; the loss of tax revenue to local governments. Luke is a small town. The mill closing could be cataclysmic. Folks, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but YOU caused this. How many of you have a “please save a tree and don’t print this email” in your online signature?
Does anyone under the age of 30 even know what a “love letter” is? Back in the day…before smart phones, computers, the internet, instantaneous communication, there were letters. Real letters. Handwritten. Thought-out. Emotional. Confidential. Meaningful. Heartfelt. Back in the day, people spoke on telephones, in person, and managed to engage with one another without the use of any electronic devices whatsoever. And they wrote to each other. Love letters. Letters home from camp. Postcards from faraway places, like Ocean City, Maryland. Slips of paper passed in school. Grocery lists. Letters to friends. Letters to distant relatives. Thank you notes. RSVP