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Ring in the New Year with some Hangover Soup

It’s the day before New Year’s Eve, a day when many may ponder the question: Is there a cure for a hangover? I’ve heard of a few remedies. “Best to try a little bit of the dog that bit you last night.” (This didn’t strike me as a good idea.) “Take some anti-inflammatory (aspirin) before going to bed.” (Could pose stomach problems to those hoping to alleviate the next day’s pain.) “Drink plenty of tomato juice the following morning.” (Possibly, sounds good – if you like tomato juice.)  

Letters to the Editor: December 30, 2015

Reward good behavior

Nuts for Christmas

Oh nuts! It’s the day of the party, and you just remembered that you promised to bring an appetizer. Do you go nuts? Absolutely not. When it’s crunch time, there’s nuttin’ to it. Just make a bowl of sweet and spicy, sweet or spicy nuts.  

Op-ed: Martina White provides much-needed leadership

I was ecstatic when I heard that a leader of Martina White’s caliber was elected as the new state representative for the 170th district.

Love and families the meaning of the holidays

December is a wonderful, slightly crazy month. Two words – “holiday season” – explain both the wonder and the craziness.

Letters to the Editor: December 23, 2015

Back to our roots

Cranberries & Christmas

Fresh cranberries, like Christmas, have their season — right now. If you haven’t bought them as yet, get going. After December, fresh crans will be just a memory until next year. When you purchase cranberries, you know you are buying American. Like blueberries and concord grapes, cranberries were born in the USA.

Letters to the Editor: December 16, 2015

Hold the line on taxes

Op-ed: Martina White doing just what city, state need

Martina White was the first new Philadelphia Republican elected to the state legislature in the last 25 years. She represents District 170 with a serious demand for change.

Merry fruitcake to all

I never understood it, but it was a fact of life — back in the day when most shootings took place on state game lands. Each year on the Saturday after Thanksgiving, our living room was transformed into what looked like an Army/Navy basement sale. It was filled to capacity with camouflage jackets, rain gear, wool socks, orange vests, long johns, waterproof boots and warm hats, just to name a few items. These preparations marked the nearness of the opening day of deer-hunting season — a one-week yearly ritual observed by the men in our family. For the record, my thought on this then and now is: I Stand With Bambi.