To the editor: I just finished reading RaeLynn's outstanding editorial about Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
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The Dalles got a reminder that it is still winter when heavy wind-driven snow briefly created blizzard-like conditions before dawn Sunday morning on Sixth St. and Cherry Heights Rd, above, and throughout the area. A mix of snow and sun is forecast through Thursday.
To the editor: I really like your “Not Real News” section. Keep it up!
The second of Hood River Valley High School’s winter plays opens this weekend, April 7-8, with shows beginning at 7 p.m. at the Columbia Center for the Arts.
To the editor: During the Christmas season we see numerous stars placed around our community, along with beautiful decorations on homes and yards.
To the editor: I am 13-years-old and I am concerned about the speeding on Thompson Street. I have two little brothers that like to play in the yard but they can’t because of the people driving so fast.
With cold windy weather blowing into parts of the Northwest, Pacific Power reminds its customers and the public to take precautions to stay safe and comfortable.
To the editor: A three-foot-tall green Safety Man with an orange flag is missing at Pomona Meadows. He has “15 MPH” printed on both sides. If you see him, please call police or return him to his home. Our safety man was securely placed in our front yard to remind everyone, including UPS and FedEx, that we live in a senior citizen park, we move very slowly and all drivers should do the same.
To the editor: Waiting for take-out at KFC, I chatted with a gentleman who had a prosthetic device as a right arm and an empty sleeve instead of a left arm. He told me when I asked that he had lost the limbs in 1968 during the Vietnam War. I told him that my husband fought I Korea and a brother in Iwo Jima, and said, “But they were luckier than you.” He said, Oh, I was lucky.”
Pat Stone went to war in the steamy jungles of Vietnam almost four and a half decades ago, yet the sadness and horror of his combat experience remain fresh in his memories, emerging through the course of any average day.
