All my problems are over, or soon will be. For years, I’ve tried to live “in the moment,” as the hippies say. Buddhists say it, too, but I don’t talk religion in this column since unhappy mail generally follows and who needs the grief?
I’ve tried all the tricks. I’ve pretended each day was my last. I’ve pretended each day was my first. At least one of these is supposed to be the secret to happiness, right?
The present season has witnessed many improvements in our village (Pierson). Several hundred dollars have been expended by grading streets, etc. One mile of new sidewalks has already been built and 100 more rods are under contract. Our school district reported 200 pupils this year to 165 last year, and has organized a graded school. While speaking of improvements, I ought to have mentioned several new buildings, among them a large hotel just commenced by J. Bordeau. — T.S. Peck
The crisp morning fogs have again graced us with their presence as the fall winds begin to whisk in over the landscape.
The shifting in the weather has, for a long time, now been like an alarm clock that doesn’t have a snooze button to push; there always seems to be so much to do and only so much time to do it. And, while the milder temperatures may be easier to work and play in, I know firsthand that, when not prepared and the fall weather takes a turn to its uglier side, outdoor living can get brutal.
School is back in session now, and every student reading this is … well, probably not reading this because, if they are going to be reading anything, they are reading from a textbook in order to get their school work done.
Who are you? Joshua VanderMeulen, 35 years old, local resident, Greenville Public Safety officer and school resource officer for Greenville Public Schools.
I’m at war, which isn’t like me at all. Usually, I’m a total peacenik, a hippy pacifist who would sooner run from trouble than face it head-on, a wimp, a chicken, a mellow fellow, a lover not a fighter.
But sometimes in world events, an aggressor becomes so relentless that hard choices must be made. There comes a time when even a mellow fellow chicken wimp must “take up arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing end them.” (Nice turn of phrase, eh? I made that up. Don’t bother checking.)
150 years ago “Pigeon hunting” — Wild pigeons are numerous hereabouts and pigeon hunters are wasting much powder and many shot. “Tin wedding” — The Tin Wedding of Mr. and Mrs. C.C. Merritt was celebrated on the evening of the 2d last. “Forest Home,” occupying a choice location overlooking Fatal Lake and Baldwin Lake, was decked in holiday attire and […]
My child’s mother demanded that I return our child in the middle of my normal visitation. The police told me that I must comply with her demand because we were never married, and we don’t have custody set up through the court. I signed an affidavit of parentage when our child was born. Doesn’t that give me the right to keep my child until we’re finished with our visitation?
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