Some things are best in small doses. For instance, I hate reality television, but for some reason I can’t turn away when America’s Fattest Crybabies is on. I also recommend hanging out with Northside hipsters in the smallest amounts possible. Now, I’d like to add Worst Week Ever to that list.
Regarding Joe Wessels’ column “Cutting the Safety Net” (issue of April 8), I’d like to respond to his comment “handing out money over and over again to those who take and never think about changing themselves is flat-out criminal.”
I wanted to dislike The Ascent at Roebling’s Bridge. Well, “wanted” is the wrong word. I expected to dislike the Ascent. Perhaps this could be due to my preference for old historic buildings, or maybe I presumed that such high aspirations would have to result in a stunning but alienating encounter.
Regarding Joe Wessels’ column “Looking for Help That Helps,” well said! I got more than blank stares the last time I encountered the suburban church group literally two inches outside our church door on the sidewalk handing out sandwiches while our worship service was going on, leaving only litter besides nothingness in their wake.
Kevin Osborne's article - Considering 'Life Peace Zones' - (issue of Oct. 1) really made my neck veins pop. The establishment of so-called "life peace zones" is just a transparent attempt to thwart a constitutionally guaranteed right and to ram Catholic orthodoxy down our throats.
Like half the country, I'll be attending an election party on Nov. 4. Since people are saying this is an "important election" (unlike previous elections, which might or might not have been important), it's occurred to me that special food is in order to celebrate the occasion.
the splendor of Solomon’s Temple.” So if you’re having such a good time that you’re moved to recite the Song of Solomon, this would be a good place — maybe the only place — to use a line like, “Let him/her kiss me with the kisses of his/her mouth: for thy love is better than wine.