The Perfect President

“Tony Daysog”: These two words when spoken together strike fear into the hearts of at least two local unions. Add “Councilmember” to the front of the mix and raise the anxiety at least a notch or two. That new level of fear spurred a crusade to strip Daysog of that title. 

“Tony Daysog”: These two words when spoken together strike fear into the hearts of at least two local unions. Add “Councilmember” to the front of the mix and raise the anxiety at least a notch or two. That new level of fear spurred a crusade to strip Daysog of that title. 

Standing at the end of this unnerving election cycle, let’s make a commitment to healing the divide that plagues our community. But before we do, we have to ask; what exactly is it that divides us?

In honor of Veterans Day and to salute all veterans, I present some very special letters my uncle wrote from the front during World War I. Carroll Hosbrook, a farm boy from Ohio, found himself in a small French village on Nov. 11, 1918.