I remember the halcyon early days of COVID, when, except for the oppressive fear of dying, I had peace. Little traffic, no meetings at City Hall. I was free of the fear of missing out on some important decision. Of course, I was wrong. Lots of stuff was going on, but out of public view.
Just as none of us is the last owner of our house/home, we are not the last owners of all the stuff we have collected either. As wonderful as it all is, the reality is that someday all of that must find a new home.
What a stir the hostile prank against our city manager has caused press releases, articles in the local papers, resolutions of support at the council meeting.
The murder of Dr. Michael Mammone shocked and saddened all who heard of it. Many of us experienced the enormity of the of the event in the form of massive traffic holdups.