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Radio Free NH: Do We Deserve the First-in-the-Nation Primary?
I’m not sure if our state ever deserved to hold the first-in-the-nation primary. It took root because nobody cared, like a dandelion by the side of your driveway.
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I’m not sure if our state ever deserved to hold the first-in-the-nation primary. It took root because nobody cared, like a dandelion by the side of your driveway.
It was a gorgeous snow, too, that decided to coat our town. It was wet and heavy so it stuck to things and stayed there; every tree looked like a masterpiece and we have a lot of trees so our town looked like a postcard.
When grown men today dress like little children, in other words, the drift is no longer practicality. It’s avoidance of maturity, and running from responsibility, with a dose of magical thinking attached.
December! Freezing rain, the Boston Red Sox losing their shortstop to the San Diego Muckdogs, and time for my annual Chanukah column. It’s been a while, but I didn’t want to do this one alone, so I reached out to an old friend.
On Monday, December 12 at 6 p.m. author and defense attorney Michael Davidow will talk with InDepthNH.org columnist Beverly Stoddart about his new book, Chanukah Land.
They say that’s one of the wonderful things about having children: you get to see the world again as if it were brand new.
On Monday, December 12 at 6 p.m. author Michael Davidow will talk with InDepthNH.org columnist Beverly Stoddart about his new book, Chanukah Land.
Trump has put forward the idea that politics is not that serious at all; that it can be treated exactly like a game of sport, with triumphant winners and pathetic losers, with adulation owed to the former and pure contempt to the latter.
Yes, Republicans used to be proud of things like that. They used to savage their opponents for being racists; they used to argue against corruption; they used to take seriously our nation’s deep security interests.
Her songs went from the ordinary to the surreal; from the earnest sentimentality of Coal Miner’s Daughter to the casual brutality of Fist City, from the wry humor of The Pill to the Hopperesque sadness of Honkytonk Girl.