Feb 24, 2021 Robert “Bob” William Douglas, passed away on Monday, Feb. 22, 2021, at Adirondack Medical Center in Saranac Lake at age 84. He is and always will be deeply loved and missed by family and friends. Bob was a devoted family man: father, husband, grandfather, uncle and great-grandfather. To say he was quiet and reserved might be an understatement, but still water truly runs deep. Bob was born Aug. 29, 1936, to Robert F. Douglas and Eugenia (Lytle) Douglas at Saranac Lake General Hospital. Bob and his sister MaryAnne (commonly called Anne) enjoyed life in Saranac Lake as youngsters and headed to St. Bernard’s Catholic School for their elementary school education.
Terr Thompson
The Penny Arcade in Manitou Springs is my home away from home, as Iâm a devout Manitoid. Throw a few Moscow Mules in me and I start sprinting over there after slurping up some spirit-lifting spring water. Game after game goes the same way: I typically stick with a row of shooting machines in the cheapest part of the arcade (where the only true penny game and some nickel and dime games exist).
After having too much fun after one of these weekend fiestas recently, I knew Iâd need some no-nonsense concentrate to get over the Sunday blues. Some Blackberry Star Grapes Sugar Wax from The Hemp Center helped this dudeâs sweet tooth â and lack of siestas. Â
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My grandmother spent forty years in self-imposed exile. Forty years living a life of quiet remove. And prayer. Lots of it. Mimi was a staunch Catholic. In the early 1950s, when she was in her forties, she was bitten by an unidentified bug in the backyard while she was talking to a neighbor across the fence. When she returned to the kitchen, her forehead was bleeding. The doctors never came up with a definitive diagnosis, but after that she almost never left the house. And she worried about everything the state of the world, traveling, her children.
Peter Luckey, Lawrence
To the editor:
While all hell was breaking loose in Washington, D.C., I was visiting my 94-year-old mother in a nursing home in Connecticut. In the coming days, I sat alone in the chair beside Mom’s bed. I listened for her breathing.
“Mom, would you like some orange juice?”
Weakly, she nodded a yes.
With the tip of a straw I lifted the liquid up to her parched lips.
On Sunday my brother drove 700 miles in one day to join me.
On Tuesday Mom reached for one last gasp of air. My brother and I looked at each other and said, “This is it. She’s gone.”
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