- Gary Grossman
A grip on the bottom rung
Every once in a while, someone will tell me that we do not know the real story the way they do and that we have painted a distorted picture for the reading public.
We mostly know the available story, the accessible story and, occasionally, a little more than the average Joe or Jane about the true story.
Who throws rocks at cars?
Although we manufacture and deliver a product, newspapering is a service industry. It is appropriate for people in service to show deference and respect for customers.
High noon on Mile Post Road
A fight that ended with deadly force on Mile Post Road this week outside of Sunbury involved the acting police chief, a respected officer, proud family man and solid community member who often opens local ceremonies with a professional and full-throated rendition of the National Anthem.
Good golly, Miss Flouncy
Miss Flouncy Bighair stood out among the several dozen targets brought down by a trooper’s radar gun, assembled that day in a sterile district court off Route 50 in Talbot County.
Preponderance of chaos
Here is the thing about newspapers: We do not yet know what we will become, only what we can no longer be. That is unnerving at times for people who like routine, pattern, tradition and predictability. And who doesn’t, dagnabbit!
Throw the book at ’em
Where population is too sparse to support art galleries, museums, concert halls and stage plays with ticket sales, public libraries are windows to culture and a center for discussion and engagement for many Pennsylvanians.
Doctors following orders
Once upon a time, I worked in a cubicle farm amid doctors and nurses who greatly admired the Veteran Health Administration for its innovative approach to patient safety.
Promises to be kept
Long after the bugles played and the flags were folded, there was the apology. It was 20 years in coming.
The man was old, 79. It was time.
Things weren't picking up
I once belonged to a Rotary club that adopted a few miles of busy highway in an anti-litter campaign. Wearing luminous vests and work gloves, we would wander the roadside, wrestling Styrofoam cups from brambles and pitching cans and bottles into giant orange plastic garbage bags.
Thirsty boots, no more
Generally, business people steer clear of the big divide, which is race. The same is true of gender, age, religion, political preference and sexual orientation.
If there is a sure lose-lose proposition for making a buck in America, it is a headlong dive into our national neuroses. We all realize the “one nation, indivisible” is more of a prayer than an oath and always has been.
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