- Gary Grossman
Rush hour is our friend
Marci, the homeless lady, was seated to my right. Then there was Pam the homeless shelter lady, Tony the lawyer, Jeff the health care executive, Jim the inspector, Donna from the community foundation, the other Jeff from wood products manufacturing and me, Gary, also from wood products manufacturing, in a manner of speaking.
The devil is in the detour
It is hard to pinpoint exactly when the dissident wing of the Republican Party lost.
When punishment is the reward
Three times last week, I wound up in the company of people trying to deliver better public service in these troubled times, talking to each other about turning things around, one way or another, but not always the best way possible.
Several months ago, I received a note from the circulation department saying that a local elected official wanted me to know that he was canceling his subscription because he could not support the points of view expressed on our pages — mainly the points of view reflected in our editorials.
Somebody to lean on
A reader, who had recently experienced a significant health setback that affected his ability to work for a living, called last week to request that we report more rigorously on the availability of social services. Tough as times were, he seemed to be preparing for an even bleaker period.
Once upon a bag of chips
Minutes before introducing Little Egypt, who promised to be the sensation of the century at the Chicago world’s fair in 1893, someone told Sol Bloom that the band was tuned up for brassy carnival fanfare and had no music tailored to the act that was about to be unveiled.
Violins on desolation row
Several elected officials in Northumberland County made their first appearance in years on the front of The Daily Item last week in the pointless, humiliating, supplicant role of pleading to keep their pay rate.
Politics and honest work
My first paying job was as a softball chaser for a nighttime industrial league at Lone Palm Stadium. The job was to take off after foul balls that popped behind the backstop or flew over the bleachers, hunt them down wherever they came to rest and return them to the umpire between innings.
Let me explain how I failed.
Seeking a better mouse trap
Reaction to a suggestion here a few weeks back that several Valley chambers of commerce might coalesce for the good of their members and their communities has been whelming. Not over or under, just whelming.
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