It wasn’t exactly the shot heard around the commonwealth, but Gov. Tom Wolf’s signature on a bill allowing limited Sunday hunting in Pennsylvania represents a shift in centuries-old tradition. People on either side of this argument should be able to embrace the changes.
Perhaps it is ingrained in our DNA to want to create winners and losers.
I’m writing in response to Bob “Boom Boom” Jacobs’ recent letter to the editor. I can’t even begin to comment on Mr. Jacobs’ Wile E. Coyote references — they’re ridiculous. Mr. Jacobs’ rambling, nonsensical recitation of the so-called hoax against Trump and his administration only proves that he is well-read on the Republican transcript. Deny, deflect, lie, cover up.
Three cheers for this move by the General Assembly.
As a person who does not have the privilege to operate a motor vehicle, I’ve spent a lot of time riding with others. Most of the time, I would be strapped in the front seat as opposed to the back one or ones. Sometimes the seat belts worked, other times they didn’t. Many of my chauffeurs were “fun” people, others a little more challenging, and with a number I just stayed quiet, as the driver was not in the conversation mood.
To the Editor:
Last August, Attorney General Josh Shapiro unveiled a list of more than 300 catholic priests who are accused of preying on children — many by name — that were brought to light in a statewide investigating grand jury report. The list was the result of a two-year investigation and published as a part of a 1,356-page report documenting decades of abuse and cover-up by the church. The report was only possible because Pennsylvania is among the 30 states that allow grand juries to publish both presentments — recommendations of criminal charges — but also reports.
Deck the halls with boughs of holly
To the Editor:
Thanksgiving is here. Along with turkey and mashed potatoes, one thing can be counted on: Awkward dinner table conversations.
When the sum of its parts equals the whole, nobody can squabble about that, right? Likewise, then, if everyone comes from far and wide and meets at someone’s house for the big Thanksgiving meal, it’s kind of status quo and nothing’s changed, as the same people show up at the same place year after year.
Alongside traffic and coffee, news radio is a staple of my morning commute. As I flip through the stations, I’ll sometimes hear a pundit lament that “Nothing is made in America anymore.”
I’ve been whining a lot, lately.
Minimum wage workers in Pennsylvania will be waiting a bit longer for their first raise in more than a decade.
Anyone born in 1953 or before knows exactly where they were at 2:12 p.m. EST on Friday, Nov. 22, 1963.
David Leo Lawrence died 53 years ago Thursday, leaving a legacy probably matched by no other Pennsylvania politician.
To the Editor:
Recently, while attempting to cross an intersection in my “PeeVeehicle,” a motorist steered around me and gunned it through the red light, heading forward speedily. Many readers may question just what a “PeeVeehicle” is. It’s like this. Because of declining health, I can no longer depend on ye old body’s legs to propel me forward, backward or side to side, as the case may be. When my wife passed, I adopted her Rollator, or walker on wheels. It permits me to be the upstanding citizen of my beloved city I long to be.
Should keeping people alive take precedence over bringing criminals to justice? Is it more important to prevent lives from being loss in the future or more humane to save those you can, now?
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