Letters 10-05-2015

Bravo Regarding the Sept. 28 Northern Express letter “Just The Facts” by Julie Racine, opinion column “E Pluribus Unum” by Thomas Kachadurian, and Spectator column “Fear Not” by Stephen Tuttle: Bravo. Bravo. Bravo....

Right On OMG. Julie Racine’s letter “Just the Facts” in the Sept. 28 issue said everything I was thinking. I totally agree. Amen sister...

Kachadurian’s Demeaning Sham Thomas Kachadurian’s opinion piece “E Pluribus Unum” is a very ill-informed perspective of American history. He attempts to portray our past as a homogenized national experience that has transcended any ethnic and regional differences with “the understanding” that our differences shouldn’t really matter...

Opinions Disguised As Facts Freedom of speech is a founding principle upon which our country prides itself, and because of this we all have a right to our opinion. It is when opinions are disguised as facts that we allow for ignorance to spread like wildfire...

Reject Your Own Stereotypes In his “E Pluribus Unum” column of 9/28, Mr. Kachadurian starts calmly enough with a simple definition and history of that famous motto from the Great “from many, one” seal of the U.S., but soon goes off the rhetorical rails. Alas, this heritage-sharing chat with neighbors soon turns into a dirty laundry list polemic, based on an us vs. them worldview...

Thanks For Just The Facts Thank you sooooo much to Julie in Marion for laying out the laundry list of right wing fabrications in her letter last week...

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Thursday, August 26, 2004

Nancy Groesser‘s Glass Dreamland

Art Carol Ebright On the west side of Lake Leelanau lives an artist with a need to create. She is constantly taking ordinary items and making them extraordinary. Her hands have the ability to transform into existence what her brain envisions. Nancy Groesser is a glass artist with flair.
Thursday, July 15, 2004

Wednesdays with Denny the Gumbo Guy

Features Carol Ebright Some time ago, my Dad called and asked me to meet him for lunch. He said it’s Wednesday, that means “Gumbo Day” at the Union Street Station and I should get there by 10 minutes to 12 or we wouldn’t get a booth.