Rich Glennie

06/21/2017 - 8:46am
It stopped me for a moment. A stop sign that is. Nothing strange about that, except I was walking on Ives Avenue near the railroad tracks at the time. Stop signs are now posted on both sides of the tracks … along the pedestrian path. Strange place for stop signs I thought. I later noticed more were posted at the Knight Avenue and another closed crossing farther to the east. Are we...
09/14/2016 - 9:05am
I walk by it every morning, and little has changed. The new Judd Avenue street work looks much like it did when the county broke ground last spring. It remains an eyesore and an embarrassment. Judd Avenue, after ground was opened up, was suddenly put on hold when unexpected problems arose, and the contractor pulled off the job for another work...
08/31/2016 - 9:48am
I was standing there admiring our newest acquisition — a Weber grill from Hite Hardware. It was nice and shiny and replaces an older one that was blown over and broken in a recent wind storm. As I was admiring the new shiny toy, it happened. A nut bounced off my head and onto the grill. My son Andrew was in stitches. It wasn’t that...
08/24/2016 - 11:31am
Standing next to the precipice, all the “sidewalk superintendents” were in agreement recently. The hole was a mighty fine one. The gathering started slowly. One or two “superintendents,” all of retirement age, sagely speaking about how the job should be done and what caused the problem in the first place. Before one knew...
07/27/2016 - 3:03pm
During last week’s hot streak, I spotted a sparrow sitting on my bird feeder. In his mouth was a seed, but he was too worn out from the heat to eat it. Not far away was a squirrel, sprawled out on the tire of my son’s trailer. He was spreadeagle on the top of the tire in the shade. He looked exhausted. My oldest brother in Arizona...
07/20/2016 - 10:40am
I saw something the other day that gave me renewed hope. It involved a young girl coming to my front door one afternoon. Last week, my wife and I were watching TV when someone knocked at the door. My wife answered, and after a few moments asked me to talk to the person. It turned out to be a young girl, perhaps 9 or 10 years old, with several...
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