Despite the punch-drunk economy, hope springs eternal in the hospitality industry.
That’s another term for hotels and motels, museums and music halls, restaurants and theaters, bars and bistros.
All of those businesses, whether non-profit or for-profit, pray that patrons continue to queue up and fill their tills with cold cash. The fear is that, as the recession tightens, such leisure activities may be seen as luxuries, not necessities...
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The City School District plans to renovate its buildings. Budget figures are proposed. There are delays. Local activists of color ask about hiring patterns. Representatives of local unions have concerns, as well as the representative of a national organization advocating opportunities for non-union workers. A series of meetings is held with elected officials...
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At age four, my mother was taken by her mother, Helen Smith, a registered baby nurse, to Patrick “Uncle Pat” and Margaret “Auntie” McCrory’s house on St. Claire Avenue in Spring Lake, NJ and dropped off, – pretty much for good.
Mom said Auntie was a formidable woman. I know what she meant, as I had met her when I was also a little girl and she scared the heck out of me, too. Even more so when they waked her body at home in the dining room, but I am getting ahead of myself...
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All right, it's official - if Sports Illustrated asked for a Sportsman of the Year Pick, I'd give them J.P. Hayes and be done with it.
What, you never heard of Hayes? True, he didn't win eight gold medals or hit 50 home runs or take the top prize at Wimbledon or sink the winning basket at the Final Four or some other mind-boggling sports feat.
No, he did something better - tell the truth, even when it cost him dearly...
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Welcome to bizzaro world where billions of dollars are spent to bail out Wall Street and programs are cut from school budgets. When we're young we're taught that crime doesn't pay but apparently if you work on Wall Street it does...
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Painted front and center on a detailed mural at the Regional Market Diner is the likeness of Linda Middlemore, a dark-haired, soulful woman, working as a waitress, dressed in blue and holding an order pad forever ready for hungry diners. Her smile is one that loyal patrons would see almost every day for 42 years at the Park Street landmark, once known as Dygert’s...
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